what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
me and grimm are out last night on another gleam to prove that jacky just slowed us down
I park on Richmond, per grimm's instruction because 'you never get tickets here', and we linger around the block for a bit just to make sure my car doesn't get the 'Mills special parking' treatment.
Its almost 9... close enough, time to prove again that jacky is a slow ass.
We gleam'd for HOURS.
Actually for 4 hours.
Get it? 'for (4)' Get it?
ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT
we're done proving that jacky can't hold his own against the grimm'ster and upon reaching the car we find A TICKET!!!!
Damn freakin' stupid Parking Meter Biotch gives me and everyone else parked on the road a ticket. Time on the ticket, 11pm, reason is for not paying to park. The pass dispenser doesn't work after 9pm so apparently I was supposed to anticipate how late I was gonna be, either that or pay $400 to park for the entire night.
Fine... I finish ranting and get in the car, only to find a greasy ass hand print on my windshield where the 'greasy as that slimy Italian Roberto wiping his hand across his forehead and running that hand across my windshield through bird shit' asshole cop put his hand when giving me the ticket.
Man I was so pissed off after that.
Anywayz... on my way home I stop and talk to one of the cities finest, King City's that is, and ask her about the ticket. She goes on to bitch about how she once got a ticket in the same type situation downtown. She's thinking, then finally says, "on Richmond I believe" to which I snap back saying, "mine was on Richmond too dammit"
I don't know who to trust anymore.
Either I get my car Mills'd or now a new category, Grimm'd
I park on Richmond, per grimm's instruction because 'you never get tickets here', and we linger around the block for a bit just to make sure my car doesn't get the 'Mills special parking' treatment.
Its almost 9... close enough, time to prove again that jacky is a slow ass.
We gleam'd for HOURS.
Actually for 4 hours.
Get it? 'for (4)' Get it?
ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT
we're done proving that jacky can't hold his own against the grimm'ster and upon reaching the car we find A TICKET!!!!
Damn freakin' stupid Parking Meter Biotch gives me and everyone else parked on the road a ticket. Time on the ticket, 11pm, reason is for not paying to park. The pass dispenser doesn't work after 9pm so apparently I was supposed to anticipate how late I was gonna be, either that or pay $400 to park for the entire night.
Fine... I finish ranting and get in the car, only to find a greasy ass hand print on my windshield where the 'greasy as that slimy Italian Roberto wiping his hand across his forehead and running that hand across my windshield through bird shit' asshole cop put his hand when giving me the ticket.
Man I was so pissed off after that.
Anywayz... on my way home I stop and talk to one of the cities finest, King City's that is, and ask her about the ticket. She goes on to bitch about how she once got a ticket in the same type situation downtown. She's thinking, then finally says, "on Richmond I believe" to which I snap back saying, "mine was on Richmond too dammit"
I don't know who to trust anymore.
Either I get my car Mills'd or now a new category, Grimm'd
cruisin' in S.E. Aurora, on the wrong side of the tracks, down a curvaceous resi road, everything normal so far...
Then this completely idiotic pig, is driving towards me in the middle of the road and makes me hit the brakes and try to avoid his oink mobile.
I give him one of those 'excuse me piggy piggy but wtf are you doing' kinda look (I like giving looks... ladies, try and resist **MEOW**) Well that didn't sit well with the oinkmeister and he turns around STAT and pulls my ass over.
Captain Oinky comes to my car and asks for my license.
I slap the bitch in his hand and say to him, "I'm kinda confused as to why you pulled me over". He go goes on to say I was going way too fast for a shitty resi road (Speed limit 40km/h, my speed 45-50km/h)
Then he asks for the ownership and insurance, which I have ever so handily between the seats. Slap that bitch in his hand and now he seems all impressed like at how organized I was incase a mofo such as himself were to pull me over. Passes back the ownership/insurance and acts like its a technicality all of a sudden.
Goes to the oink mobile for a minute, plays a quick game on his gameboy, then comes back to my car and flips the license back and says "see you later" as if we were old friends.
My theory, like that Mini commercial, he was just in awe of the Saturn. It is the SL2 luxury model of its era. Shock and Awe I tell ya.
Once he had his eye candy fill of the plastic baby boy he just let me go.
Freakin' annoying oinkers
Then this completely idiotic pig, is driving towards me in the middle of the road and makes me hit the brakes and try to avoid his oink mobile.
I give him one of those 'excuse me piggy piggy but wtf are you doing' kinda look (I like giving looks... ladies, try and resist **MEOW**) Well that didn't sit well with the oinkmeister and he turns around STAT and pulls my ass over.
Captain Oinky comes to my car and asks for my license.
I slap the bitch in his hand and say to him, "I'm kinda confused as to why you pulled me over". He go goes on to say I was going way too fast for a shitty resi road (Speed limit 40km/h, my speed 45-50km/h)
Then he asks for the ownership and insurance, which I have ever so handily between the seats. Slap that bitch in his hand and now he seems all impressed like at how organized I was incase a mofo such as himself were to pull me over. Passes back the ownership/insurance and acts like its a technicality all of a sudden.
Goes to the oink mobile for a minute, plays a quick game on his gameboy, then comes back to my car and flips the license back and says "see you later" as if we were old friends.
My theory, like that Mini commercial, he was just in awe of the Saturn. It is the SL2 luxury model of its era. Shock and Awe I tell ya.
Once he had his eye candy fill of the plastic baby boy he just let me go.
Freakin' annoying oinkers
I'm at home, minding my own beeswax, when suddenly it happens. That earth shattering moment, when you finally realize that you are nothing more than an insignificant grain of sand in the hourglass....
who am I kidding??
Lets start over shall we?
So I woke up at 3pm and some time later on Much or Much More a behind the music thing came on about the Chili Peppers. I'm watching it and they are talking about shit but I couldn't pay attention while I was still decompressing, but they played THAT SONG.
Nooooo, not THAT SONG from Big Wreck like I know all you crazy zany kids were thinking.
They played 'Aeroplane' in the background.
Then I'm driving with grimm and Aeroplane comes on the radio and I'm like, 'I heard this today on tv and haven't heard it in ages'
WAIT A MINUTE........ wrong order
I'm driving to grimm's chateau in the alps and I hear an REM song.
Think to myself, 'haven't heard DRIVE in a long time'
Then wouldn't you know on another station, I hear DRIVE.
I'm like, 'koo... odd that happened'
**back to the car with grimm and hearing Aeroplane**
time passes, fun was had by all
Now I've dropped off that cranky sleepy old man (grimm) and on my way home I hear DRIVE on another station. Twice in one day.
That's crazy stuff
who am I kidding??
Lets start over shall we?
So I woke up at 3pm and some time later on Much or Much More a behind the music thing came on about the Chili Peppers. I'm watching it and they are talking about shit but I couldn't pay attention while I was still decompressing, but they played THAT SONG.
Nooooo, not THAT SONG from Big Wreck like I know all you crazy zany kids were thinking.
They played 'Aeroplane' in the background.
Then I'm driving with grimm and Aeroplane comes on the radio and I'm like, 'I heard this today on tv and haven't heard it in ages'
WAIT A MINUTE........ wrong order
I'm driving to grimm's chateau in the alps and I hear an REM song.
Think to myself, 'haven't heard DRIVE in a long time'
Then wouldn't you know on another station, I hear DRIVE.
I'm like, 'koo... odd that happened'
**back to the car with grimm and hearing Aeroplane**
time passes, fun was had by all
Now I've dropped off that cranky sleepy old man (grimm) and on my way home I hear DRIVE on another station. Twice in one day.
That's crazy stuff
what's up with that?
I AM GOING CRAZY!!!!!!!!
I may be getting a call tomorrow for an interview downtown.
If I don't get that call, I'm gonna hound the HELL out of that lady cuz I'm sorry but this time I don't get screwed out of a job.
That is all for now.
I may be getting a call tomorrow for an interview downtown.
If I don't get that call, I'm gonna hound the HELL out of that lady cuz I'm sorry but this time I don't get screwed out of a job.
That is all for now.
what's up with that?
I'm driving towards the 404 (DVP for you city kids) when a wind gust knocks my driver side wiper over my side view mirror.
Just what I said... picture how retarded that looks
I couldn't open the door or I snap it, so in the rain I had to roll down the window and put the wiper back in place. Then I had to get out and fix the fucker. If I didn't have that all-in-one set (not ATi) in my car I'd still be sitting there. I put a temp fix to it till I could stop off and fix er for good.
At the gas station I loosen the nut and take the wiper off.
Now if anyone has ever taken off a wiper, they know it shouldn't be that easy. The threads on my wiper are totally gone. The wind raped that fucker. I put it back together and screwed that nut on as hard as I could. Works for now but I gotz ta gotz ta gotz ta get a new wiper now.
These are not sexual innuendos by the way. All car terms :)
Just what I said... picture how retarded that looks
I couldn't open the door or I snap it, so in the rain I had to roll down the window and put the wiper back in place. Then I had to get out and fix the fucker. If I didn't have that all-in-one set (not ATi) in my car I'd still be sitting there. I put a temp fix to it till I could stop off and fix er for good.
At the gas station I loosen the nut and take the wiper off.
Now if anyone has ever taken off a wiper, they know it shouldn't be that easy. The threads on my wiper are totally gone. The wind raped that fucker. I put it back together and screwed that nut on as hard as I could. Works for now but I gotz ta gotz ta gotz ta get a new wiper now.
These are not sexual innuendos by the way. All car terms :)
Chica and I go out for a night of dinner and dancing with the possibly of some chitty chitty bang bang afterwards :)
I got there late, as usual... but this time I forgot to compensate for the 10 or so extra minutes away that I was than normal.
When I sit down, the first thing I'm confronted with is this annoying ass waitress who is drilling me with questions as to why I was late. I'm thinking to myself, "go to hell". She eventually takes my drink order and gets lost. She is very quick to return and parks her ass beside Chica and tries to chat it up with us. Luckily for me, the hot as hell front door babe was setting tables around the room, leaning over, showing her ass and tattoo and even some nice looking profile/breastages shows. So I was able to ignore the waitress during that time.
Order time comes and Chica gets whatever, and I get ___ whatever, don't remember, but the orders come with the choice of two sides each. Chica gets a house salad and garlic bread (no cheese) and I order a caesar salad. But no question as to what I would like for a second side serving. So I throw my two cents in and say I want garlic bread WITH cheese. We decide on one order of garlic bread with cheese for both of us.
SALADS COME!!
SALADS TASTE LIKE SHIT
I think mine was made in the morning and left under heat lamps.
Tasted like crap.
The "how's it so far" comment comes and I've already pushed my salad off to the side. The waitress pushes it back to me, at which time I push it back to her again and tell her the salad was missing flavour. Well doesn't that spark a good sitting and chatting conversation. She's telling us how the salads such at times, then they're good, then they suck. Chica and I are thinking "and our salads suck right now". I refused a new one and Chica decided on more dressing. I made a deal with her, if she could take the price of the cheese off our bill, which she remembered to make mention of as she was walking away the first time, than I wouldn't cause any more problems. She basically told us that she makes six dollars an hour and there is nothing she can do about it. I say to her, "I'd do it for you" and she goes and makes that extra special effort.
She's gone again....
FOOD COMES
FOOD IS GOOD!!
...but my plate is missing that extra something to complete the look
Its a slab of chicken with a lot of rice.
The "how's the food comment" comes and I ask if she really wants to know. I start to explain how the plate looks very blah. No garnish, nothing... just blah. Said it was missing that thing you throw off to the side. She goes to the kitchen to get some garnishing and as she comes back I'm being a dick and putting my keys on the side of my plate. She gets to the table and goes, "what the hell is that?", knocks my keys off and puts parsley on the plate.
I say it looks a lot better.
She goes to the table behind us for a second and when she comes back I've already moved the parsley off to another plate and told her, "you know, it was in the way"
Then to complete the annoyance... as she was packaging Chica's food she started to write on the container and I ask if she's writing down her phone number.
Fun was had, but I think it was only had by Chica and myself.
Chica bailed on the chitty chitty bang bang.
WOMEN!!!
I got there late, as usual... but this time I forgot to compensate for the 10 or so extra minutes away that I was than normal.
When I sit down, the first thing I'm confronted with is this annoying ass waitress who is drilling me with questions as to why I was late. I'm thinking to myself, "go to hell". She eventually takes my drink order and gets lost. She is very quick to return and parks her ass beside Chica and tries to chat it up with us. Luckily for me, the hot as hell front door babe was setting tables around the room, leaning over, showing her ass and tattoo and even some nice looking profile/breastages shows. So I was able to ignore the waitress during that time.
Order time comes and Chica gets whatever, and I get ___ whatever, don't remember, but the orders come with the choice of two sides each. Chica gets a house salad and garlic bread (no cheese) and I order a caesar salad. But no question as to what I would like for a second side serving. So I throw my two cents in and say I want garlic bread WITH cheese. We decide on one order of garlic bread with cheese for both of us.
SALADS COME!!
SALADS TASTE LIKE SHIT
I think mine was made in the morning and left under heat lamps.
Tasted like crap.
The "how's it so far" comment comes and I've already pushed my salad off to the side. The waitress pushes it back to me, at which time I push it back to her again and tell her the salad was missing flavour. Well doesn't that spark a good sitting and chatting conversation. She's telling us how the salads such at times, then they're good, then they suck. Chica and I are thinking "and our salads suck right now". I refused a new one and Chica decided on more dressing. I made a deal with her, if she could take the price of the cheese off our bill, which she remembered to make mention of as she was walking away the first time, than I wouldn't cause any more problems. She basically told us that she makes six dollars an hour and there is nothing she can do about it. I say to her, "I'd do it for you" and she goes and makes that extra special effort.
She's gone again....
FOOD COMES
FOOD IS GOOD!!
...but my plate is missing that extra something to complete the look
Its a slab of chicken with a lot of rice.
The "how's the food comment" comes and I ask if she really wants to know. I start to explain how the plate looks very blah. No garnish, nothing... just blah. Said it was missing that thing you throw off to the side. She goes to the kitchen to get some garnishing and as she comes back I'm being a dick and putting my keys on the side of my plate. She gets to the table and goes, "what the hell is that?", knocks my keys off and puts parsley on the plate.
I say it looks a lot better.
She goes to the table behind us for a second and when she comes back I've already moved the parsley off to another plate and told her, "you know, it was in the way"
Then to complete the annoyance... as she was packaging Chica's food she started to write on the container and I ask if she's writing down her phone number.
Fun was had, but I think it was only had by Chica and myself.
Chica bailed on the chitty chitty bang bang.
WOMEN!!!
what's up with that?
now this happened a while ago, so its old in time buy still new in my heart :)
so I'm dropping off Grimm after a fun night of ____ (assume gleaming) and I stop at the petrol stop right near his house to check my oil*.
NOTE: insert 'check my oil' when you see *
I pull up to find quite a few cars using the petrol facilities, then SCORE, right in front of this one car was a pylon and a perfect place where I could *
So I pull in front and very close to the pump and pylon as to leave enough room for the car behind me. I turn off the car, pop the hood and jump out of the Ferrari. As I'm walking to the front of my car to * the driver of the car behind (a lady) remarks, "I think they put that pylon there for a reason, because the pump isn't working". I give her one of those, 'thank you for interpreting the obvious for me' kinda looks and explain that I'm only there to *
She then walks in to pay for her petrol. I * and notice that I could use a quart. Being a Satur... I mean Ferrari, other owners will understand that these beasts love to just drink the shit out of oil, so needing a quart isn't too outrageous. I'm looking around for some oil but can't find any so I bolt inside to ask if they have any. Of course its in the closed compartment that I figured was locked as well (stupid me). I go out and start searching for the oil I need.
THEN....
That lady from moments ago walks outside and looks at me and says, "yeah, I can't find any either" while my eyes are searching for the proper 10W-30 oil that I need. I look over at her with one of those 'are you fucking retarded and why are you bothering me you stupid retarded bitch' kinda looks and say, "I'm looking for the TYPE of oil that my car takes" then I go back to searching.
I eventually find the oil, top er up and go pay for it.
The worker on duty asked what she was saying to me, I explained the situation and even he said, "what a bitch"
Maybe she just has an extreme lack of people skills, but a. fuck off and b. if you are gonna talk to me, don't be a bitch
WOMEN
can't fuck em
can't fuck em
oh wait... that's just me :)
so I'm dropping off Grimm after a fun night of ____ (assume gleaming) and I stop at the petrol stop right near his house to check my oil*.
NOTE: insert 'check my oil' when you see *
I pull up to find quite a few cars using the petrol facilities, then SCORE, right in front of this one car was a pylon and a perfect place where I could *
So I pull in front and very close to the pump and pylon as to leave enough room for the car behind me. I turn off the car, pop the hood and jump out of the Ferrari. As I'm walking to the front of my car to * the driver of the car behind (a lady) remarks, "I think they put that pylon there for a reason, because the pump isn't working". I give her one of those, 'thank you for interpreting the obvious for me' kinda looks and explain that I'm only there to *
She then walks in to pay for her petrol. I * and notice that I could use a quart. Being a Satur... I mean Ferrari, other owners will understand that these beasts love to just drink the shit out of oil, so needing a quart isn't too outrageous. I'm looking around for some oil but can't find any so I bolt inside to ask if they have any. Of course its in the closed compartment that I figured was locked as well (stupid me). I go out and start searching for the oil I need.
THEN....
That lady from moments ago walks outside and looks at me and says, "yeah, I can't find any either" while my eyes are searching for the proper 10W-30 oil that I need. I look over at her with one of those 'are you fucking retarded and why are you bothering me you stupid retarded bitch' kinda looks and say, "I'm looking for the TYPE of oil that my car takes" then I go back to searching.
I eventually find the oil, top er up and go pay for it.
The worker on duty asked what she was saying to me, I explained the situation and even he said, "what a bitch"
Maybe she just has an extreme lack of people skills, but a. fuck off and b. if you are gonna talk to me, don't be a bitch
WOMEN
can't fuck em
can't fuck em
oh wait... that's just me :)
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
got no money, got no car, got no woman..
mood: Blah
music playing: Insane Clown Posse - I Want My Shit
well I've got a car so that title isn't completely accurate.
I'm still unemployed... what's up with that?
it looked so promising, but then one contract doesn't get signed and I'm left jobless. However, there is still optimism that this old guy and his taco flavoured kisses will still get that job. Just a matter of patience.
when you've been out of work as long as I have been, what's another week or so? I mean really?
These last two weeks have been reduced to working out, listening only to ICP and Swollen Members (you know, for inspiration) and living with severe insomnia. Last night for example... fell asleep after 7:30am
If there is any positivity to be found of these two weeks, I finally noticed that I've lost a lot of weight. Actual amount not yet discovered, but I have lost two inches around my waist line. Since gr. 10 I've been wearing a 36 x 32 but now I'm a 34 x 32. I must have told everyone I know (so this is redundant for most of you).
Now I know how women feel about clothes, cuz I went to try on a sweater to wear tonight and it seemed like a house-coat rather than a comfortably fitting sweater. But I can live with baggy clothes... no plans on impressing anyone any time soon, unless grimm wants me to? I'll leave it for him to tell me.
I guess I'll mention that grimm, myself and a few other friends went out on Friday and Saturday. But nothing of significance happened on either day :)
My blonde princess has me fully intrigued with a few offers of travel. The two of us rent a car and drive to Banff or we travel to Mexico and party it up! I'm 100% for the idea. Now a matter of scheduling and accommodation.
I'll leave off with words that have made me laugh and inspired me to keep going on in these passed two weeks .
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>>Violent J<<
50 years pass
all my homies are old ass fucks
i ain't even got hair on my nuts
i left the village in search of my ends
i wrestled alligators
battled terminators
nothing ever killed me
nothing can harm me
i fought in the civil war,
yankees army,
i walked across enemy lines with a Mack 10
>>Shaggy<<
man they didn't even have that shit back then
>>Violent J<<
how you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
>>Shaggy<<
well at least make the shit sound real man, damn
>>Violent J<<
walked across enemy lines with a lantern
steady taking canon balls, to the balls
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I'm still unemployed... what's up with that?
it looked so promising, but then one contract doesn't get signed and I'm left jobless. However, there is still optimism that this old guy and his taco flavoured kisses will still get that job. Just a matter of patience.
when you've been out of work as long as I have been, what's another week or so? I mean really?
These last two weeks have been reduced to working out, listening only to ICP and Swollen Members (you know, for inspiration) and living with severe insomnia. Last night for example... fell asleep after 7:30am
If there is any positivity to be found of these two weeks, I finally noticed that I've lost a lot of weight. Actual amount not yet discovered, but I have lost two inches around my waist line. Since gr. 10 I've been wearing a 36 x 32 but now I'm a 34 x 32. I must have told everyone I know (so this is redundant for most of you).
Now I know how women feel about clothes, cuz I went to try on a sweater to wear tonight and it seemed like a house-coat rather than a comfortably fitting sweater. But I can live with baggy clothes... no plans on impressing anyone any time soon, unless grimm wants me to? I'll leave it for him to tell me.
I guess I'll mention that grimm, myself and a few other friends went out on Friday and Saturday. But nothing of significance happened on either day :)
My blonde princess has me fully intrigued with a few offers of travel. The two of us rent a car and drive to Banff or we travel to Mexico and party it up! I'm 100% for the idea. Now a matter of scheduling and accommodation.
I'll leave off with words that have made me laugh and inspired me to keep going on in these passed two weeks .
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>>Violent J<<
50 years pass
all my homies are old ass fucks
i ain't even got hair on my nuts
i left the village in search of my ends
i wrestled alligators
battled terminators
nothing ever killed me
nothing can harm me
i fought in the civil war,
yankees army,
i walked across enemy lines with a Mack 10
>>Shaggy<<
man they didn't even have that shit back then
>>Violent J<<
how you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
>>Shaggy<<
well at least make the shit sound real man, damn
>>Violent J<<
walked across enemy lines with a lantern
steady taking canon balls, to the balls
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what's up with that?
what's up with that?
whats up with that?
what's up with that?
Then NOTHING of significance happened
mood: Accomplished
music playing: Swollen Members - Steppin Through
MY ASS nothing significant happened
So the REAL story goes like this...
Grimm goes out with that guy, does that thing, nothing significant really. Then he calls me for a ride since I live about 15 min from where they stopped to eat. (and they took a strange route getting there, believe me) When I get there he's got a drink, so I sit with them and one of the ladies starts to chat it up with me. Asking question after question, and ever so smoothly gets where I live and my age. A few other useless King City facts as well, but nothing to write about.
Then the ladies get up and go to the bar for a smoke.
As we're leaving, we go say bye to them (4 or 5 of them).
The one who was chatting it up with me calls me over and asks if I like her blonde friend. At first I had no idea who she meant cuz I only glanced at her friend once and didn't even notice she was blonde. So I ask, "you mean her? (pointing) I haven't even had time to think about it". The blonde leans over and mentions that she's shy. I ask to do the phone number thing and I leave with the blonde's phone number written on the back of a cigarette package.
I must have been there 10 minutes max waiting for Grimm and I leave with a chicks number. That's right... try and wipe that smile off my face afterwards. Grimm was none too pleased after spending the whole day with them and not getting a number.
Guess I'm just desireable **wink**
After that... follow Grimm's blog again
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if you see how Moka only get it done (get it done)
swollen get it lock never sweat it none
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So the REAL story goes like this...
Grimm goes out with that guy, does that thing, nothing significant really. Then he calls me for a ride since I live about 15 min from where they stopped to eat. (and they took a strange route getting there, believe me) When I get there he's got a drink, so I sit with them and one of the ladies starts to chat it up with me. Asking question after question, and ever so smoothly gets where I live and my age. A few other useless King City facts as well, but nothing to write about.
Then the ladies get up and go to the bar for a smoke.
As we're leaving, we go say bye to them (4 or 5 of them).
The one who was chatting it up with me calls me over and asks if I like her blonde friend. At first I had no idea who she meant cuz I only glanced at her friend once and didn't even notice she was blonde. So I ask, "you mean her? (pointing) I haven't even had time to think about it". The blonde leans over and mentions that she's shy. I ask to do the phone number thing and I leave with the blonde's phone number written on the back of a cigarette package.
I must have been there 10 minutes max waiting for Grimm and I leave with a chicks number. That's right... try and wipe that smile off my face afterwards. Grimm was none too pleased after spending the whole day with them and not getting a number.
Guess I'm just desireable **wink**
After that... follow Grimm's blog again
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if you see how Moka only get it done (get it done)
swollen get it lock never sweat it none
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what's up with that?