PS Check the size of the blister on my middle finger. I'll remember that one for a while. Guess that means I'm not gay too.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
I hope you all received sunshine at LBJ because for the life of me. I in no way understand why no one came out to visit for the fourth this year. Other than the fact that I am kind of a dick. Eleah and I ventured to PB for the forth again this year. Dreaming of 2006 with Brown and Williams. It was me, her and 30 tecates and some spf 30. In the end we got down like it was 1999 and I got so sunburned, my hand, feet, back and lips blistered. I could have used some peeps. I have included some pics to show what I am talking about.
PS Check the size of the blister on my middle finger. I'll remember that one for a while. Guess that means I'm not gay too.
PS Check the size of the blister on my middle finger. I'll remember that one for a while. Guess that means I'm not gay too.
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i don't know what pb is. i am going out on a limb and going to say pebble beach?
SPF 30? More like SPF 100 you fucking white boy! Eleah looks like a Hawiann Tropic model standing next to a ghost!
I think that blister needs medical attention. It looks like Krang from the Ninja Turtles.
And as Kevin referenced, you are the palest partial Mexican-American in the continental US.
The follow will give portillo a sunburn: a desk lamp, watching television in high-def, winking at him, stray cats, bright colored fruit, the color neon green, him hearing the word "sun" or "son", the flash from a camera, the ring of a phone, mountain dew, pictures of the sun, the rage against the machine song "people of the sun", him thinking about summer, lighting bugs, an aim-n-flame, certain webpage’s, dogs named "sunny" and blonde hair.
My pops and I are at the All Star Game drunk as skunks in a 40,000 sq foot Omni Suite, and we just decided that Michael Mazur is a demi-genius.
Well played Miguel
Faust, thanks for the square footage of your all-star suite Daddy's boy.
The rivalry continues.
It was a joke you retard.
Your relationship with your father is a joke.
So is your haircut.
Did you call me a retard? Were you writing that at recess, while doing the retard-mimicking hand-to-chest karate chop?
Listen, the shoelace fruitloops and wall-ball violence were one thing, but don't let this get personal Kevin Arnold.
I don't make trash, I burns it.
Williams and Portillo were bullies in grade school.
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