Exhibit A: Dog mounting a little dog. The little dog's wiener was sticking out, and it was so gross. Dog was humping, thrusting on the dog, even though the little dog's wiener was sticking out in plain view (almost)
Exhibit A is my only evidence, really. Dog has no choice that P wants him to be a gay bear. Well, maybe the limp wrists.
P hates it when I accuse Dog of being gay
Every other mark is in there, talkin about how to do the gravy, how to baste it better, what fines herbs to use. Mike's like, "read it and weep. You don't like it, take your ass to KFC for thanksgiving."
cut him some slack. It's still November. We'll get the dog out there in July swimmin, drinkin light beer, throwing sticks and balls, doin cannon balls
Maybe one day I'll try to compose a short story of sorts. I used to be real good at that sort of thing, just self-motivation.
Im in ur sand eaten it
p and mr. baby
are these cute vans? No, these are sketchy vans. AND AN ORB
Grandma, P, and Kathleen (my dad's sister)
To do: teach the dog to eat the baby
He's just a baby! How can a baby be the boss? Well, he craps and then you have to powder his butt, then he cries for about 5 hours.
This is my window in my bedroom. It's got a sheet over it or something. I don't really know, P does most of the interior decorating.
Loraine always kicks out our nemeses at the bar, and she serves it up major leage. One time some shmoes were throwing stuff at us because someone in our party was throwing things at them. Well, they were dumb enough to throw stuff when Loraine was serving us, and they threw an ashtray or something and it shattered a glass that she was holding. GNARLY. Also, Loraine is not afraid of Rukus.
She's the charm of MFP, the face of it.
???
rollin deep
someone's obsessed with Loraine
NOT ME I SWEAR
it might actually be called the NITEHAWK, sorry Craig. Devon and I were suiting up and riding bikes in the cold, cold world. The Nighthawk, I love you the Nighthawk. The best place ever. Ah, their cheeseburgers-- so good. I just wish their beer prices were on Par with Club 21, the second best place in town, even though they lack a pool table. Actually, the only good things about Club 21 are the atmosphere, the bartenders, and the cheap beer/ stiff drinks. And the people that hang out there-- old people, gangstas, young whites, and old people. What a great mix.
Forbes is such a fun guy. So off the hook, so funny, unpredictable, when you see the guy in his element (anything) it's like performance art. I remember at a Blazers game he rallied everyone outside smoking at half-time to just chant some curses about how much the Sonics sucked or something, some semi-sequiter that was like poetry. He and Metnick were just going crazy out there, and it was plainly hilarious. He's also an amazing guitar player, both with air and with notes and such.
And teeth
