FOAD
I would guess I’m currently operating at roughly 75% capacity right now… so maybe a little Ooogle Monday action can help me out!!! As an ode to my Ubekistan Nurse’s Aide who gave me that sponge bath…
… yes fellas… it was worth it. Now for the ladies I figured I would follow the lead of People Magazine who named this guy the most eligible and hottest bachelor…
… so those of you who have read me for awhile may be asking “When has NYC Watchdog ever followed anyone else’s lead? ” Right… especially not those fucktards at People. What the hell do they know? So I am calling upon all the machismo I have in reserve in my name and every other single guy out there who happens to be NORMAL and sending this FOAD to the editorial staff at People responsible for that CRIME…
But I need to keep my harem happy… and in a conversation earlier this week/weekend… I will admit that this is probably the sexiest guy around and if I were to ever flip that AC/DC switch it would be for him…
… but he’s catching. Ya dig? Keep Monday rolling with some laughter from him!
… yes fellas… it was worth it. Now for the ladies I figured I would follow the lead of People Magazine who named this guy the most eligible and hottest bachelor…
… so those of you who have read me for awhile may be asking “When has NYC Watchdog ever followed anyone else’s lead? ” Right… especially not those fucktards at People. What the hell do they know? So I am calling upon all the machismo I have in reserve in my name and every other single guy out there who happens to be NORMAL and sending this FOAD to the editorial staff at People responsible for that CRIME…
But I need to keep my harem happy… and in a conversation earlier this week/weekend… I will admit that this is probably the sexiest guy around and if I were to ever flip that AC/DC switch it would be for him…
… but he’s catching. Ya dig? Keep Monday rolling with some laughter from him!
So it is yet another Thursday here at APODB… and I will continue with my Fuck Off And Die participation. Sorry for last week’s departure from it… but T was doing an upstanding job entertaining the masses while I played with my pain meds. So my first FOAD goes to all of you who (if there were any?) didn’t like T’s handiwork last week and were expecting a rant and rave on the ambient fuckery that continues to pervade my world. I do this for me… not you… the fact I entertain is a side benefit for us all.
So my next FOAD would go to… right… my dentist! See yesterday I spent three hours in the chair. Three long, arduous, painful hours being drilled and hammered and impressed upon for my permanaent crowns. I still owe about 1k left on the 15k bill… and so after three hours of TORTURE what
kind of pain meds does he give me??? Advil. Over the mofo counter Advil. Oh hello!!! You just spend three hours in my mouth… I already paid you 14k… can’t you come up with something a little better??? Like how about some freakin’ vicodin!!! Thank goodness I had a few left over from my LAST three hour ordeal with the sadist… and thank goodness that my homey in Risk Management tossed me a percoset. So I was slurring a little today giving out a chest pain… big deal… it got out didn’t it?… and I even did it while posting on the forum! I’m a multi-tasking machine baby!!! Call me Windows WD!!! So to my dear loving tooth drilling dentist… FOAD… I’ll be done with you soon… then six months of freedom ‘til my check-up… ‘cause if you think I was sinking this much money into my grill to let it squander… you got another thing coming… and you better rethink about withholding the vicodins… ‘cause I’ll knock ya da fuck out next time!
So my next FOAD goes out to the moron in Dunkin’ Donuts. Once again… I order the same thing everyday. It’s a French Vanilla ice coffee, light with cream, and 4 Splendas. This is not rocket science. So when I walk in… and my cheeks are three times the size they are… and I’m talking kinda funny… and I POINT TO THE FUCKING ICE COFFEE ON THE MAT WHAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!!! Thankfully for you your non-english speaking illegal immigrant co-worker has a clue you dumbass fucktard! I hate white boys who think they’re above a legal working job. Go graduate high school and maybe you can figure out how to make a decent coffee. FOAD D&D moron!!!
My next FOAD goes to my wonderful little Blogger service. What the hell is happening here guys? Downtime is on the rise. Posts are disappearing. Images are taking a fukton of years to load. I have always been an arduent supporter and defender of the Blogger Way… but today took the cake for me. So here’s what I say to you… a big old FOAD to you guys!!! One more unannounced issue and I’m shoppin’ round for a new host!
Finally… I have a huge FOAD… one that has been building all week… see Bitter Bitch reviewed a blog over at IT2M here (the second one to be exact)… and Bitter as always came through hugely in this review… but this blog has the AUDACITY to state they are “…on assignment from God to be a good helper to my husband and to train up my children with the Fear and Admonition of the Lord!…” Now this bothered me. In fact I commented at IT2M that it bothers me and the reason is that there were 19 guys (20 but one got busted and is being gang raped by multiple Bubba’s in a Virgina Fed Pen as we speak) who had made the same statement, flew 3 planes into 3 buildings and 1 plane into a field in PA, but most importantly changed the lives of millions if not billions of people FOR THE WORSE. This blog so irked me I admit I trafficed it a few times as my rage built.
In addition to the above statement I saw this part that really boiled me more, “I am here to share the Truth to an entire generation trained not to notice and blinded by lies.” I did not read one single post in there that was any truer than those that believed on 06.06.06 Satan’s son was being born and they waited at maternity ward doors with holy water and crucifix
daggers . I don’t make it a habit of bashing someone else’s beliefs. I think everyone is entitled to believe in whoever or whatever you want as long as it is not propaganda to do harm unto others. I’d even back the Kool-Aid throwing partiers of Jim Jones except for the fact that they involved their children and THAT is doing harm unto others assmunches. Those Heaven’s Gate guys were a-okay in my book. So here is what I would like to tell all of you who consider yourselves on an “assignment from God”… take your assigment… crumble it into a nice ball… shine it up real nice… turn it sideways… and STICK IT STRAIGHT UP YOUR CANDY ASSES!!! You want the “truth”… YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH (Iknow… I know… but it is SUCH a good ass line)… which is why you cower behind your IDOLS (yes assholes… that crucifix in there is an idol no matter what bs argument you want to make), and your ASSIGNMENTS, and say it is all for “His Glory”!!! Well FOAD glory dick seeking hounds… you wanna do some real saving… go learn some CPR… and keep the souls of your fellow man out of the clutches of the netherworld. Fucktards.
If your a Fuck Off And Die Blogger link here:
So my next FOAD would go to… right… my dentist! See yesterday I spent three hours in the chair. Three long, arduous, painful hours being drilled and hammered and impressed upon for my permanaent crowns. I still owe about 1k left on the 15k bill… and so after three hours of TORTURE what
kind of pain meds does he give me??? Advil. Over the mofo counter Advil. Oh hello!!! You just spend three hours in my mouth… I already paid you 14k… can’t you come up with something a little better??? Like how about some freakin’ vicodin!!! Thank goodness I had a few left over from my LAST three hour ordeal with the sadist… and thank goodness that my homey in Risk Management tossed me a percoset. So I was slurring a little today giving out a chest pain… big deal… it got out didn’t it?… and I even did it while posting on the forum! I’m a multi-tasking machine baby!!! Call me Windows WD!!! So to my dear loving tooth drilling dentist… FOAD… I’ll be done with you soon… then six months of freedom ‘til my check-up… ‘cause if you think I was sinking this much money into my grill to let it squander… you got another thing coming… and you better rethink about withholding the vicodins… ‘cause I’ll knock ya da fuck out next time!So my next FOAD goes out to the moron in Dunkin’ Donuts. Once again… I order the same thing everyday. It’s a French Vanilla ice coffee, light with cream, and 4 Splendas. This is not rocket science. So when I walk in… and my cheeks are three times the size they are… and I’m talking kinda funny… and I POINT TO THE FUCKING ICE COFFEE ON THE MAT WHAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!!! Thankfully for you your non-english speaking illegal immigrant co-worker has a clue you dumbass fucktard! I hate white boys who think they’re above a legal working job. Go graduate high school and maybe you can figure out how to make a decent coffee. FOAD D&D moron!!!
My next FOAD goes to my wonderful little Blogger service. What the hell is happening here guys? Downtime is on the rise. Posts are disappearing. Images are taking a fukton of years to load. I have always been an arduent supporter and defender of the Blogger Way… but today took the cake for me. So here’s what I say to you… a big old FOAD to you guys!!! One more unannounced issue and I’m shoppin’ round for a new host!
Finally… I have a huge FOAD… one that has been building all week… see Bitter Bitch reviewed a blog over at IT2M here (the second one to be exact)… and Bitter as always came through hugely in this review… but this blog has the AUDACITY to state they are “…on assignment from God to be a good helper to my husband and to train up my children with the Fear and Admonition of the Lord!…” Now this bothered me. In fact I commented at IT2M that it bothers me and the reason is that there were 19 guys (20 but one got busted and is being gang raped by multiple Bubba’s in a Virgina Fed Pen as we speak) who had made the same statement, flew 3 planes into 3 buildings and 1 plane into a field in PA, but most importantly changed the lives of millions if not billions of people FOR THE WORSE. This blog so irked me I admit I trafficed it a few times as my rage built.
In addition to the above statement I saw this part that really boiled me more, “I am here to share the Truth to an entire generation trained not to notice and blinded by lies.” I did not read one single post in there that was any truer than those that believed on 06.06.06 Satan’s son was being born and they waited at maternity ward doors with holy water and crucifix
daggers . I don’t make it a habit of bashing someone else’s beliefs. I think everyone is entitled to believe in whoever or whatever you want as long as it is not propaganda to do harm unto others. I’d even back the Kool-Aid throwing partiers of Jim Jones except for the fact that they involved their children and THAT is doing harm unto others assmunches. Those Heaven’s Gate guys were a-okay in my book. So here is what I would like to tell all of you who consider yourselves on an “assignment from God”… take your assigment… crumble it into a nice ball… shine it up real nice… turn it sideways… and STICK IT STRAIGHT UP YOUR CANDY ASSES!!! You want the “truth”… YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH (Iknow… I know… but it is SUCH a good ass line)… which is why you cower behind your IDOLS (yes assholes… that crucifix in there is an idol no matter what bs argument you want to make), and your ASSIGNMENTS, and say it is all for “His Glory”!!! Well FOAD glory dick seeking hounds… you wanna do some real saving… go learn some CPR… and keep the souls of your fellow man out of the clutches of the netherworld. Fucktards.If your a Fuck Off And Die Blogger link here:
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So Some Girl has left the building. I always love having her over… looking into those big beautiful eyes she has… talking about some things and some ones and some places… how it really is some life we lead… and she makes the place smell good to! For those of you who weren’t smart enough to figure out what made her stand out amongst all the rest last week… well the truth is she’s a redhead. See how easy that could have been to win credits? Silly Bloggers…
So when I walked her to the door… below the street light I saw a beautiful girl slowly dancing down the street. As Some Girl walked past her, she twirled herself into my place and continued to Waltz around the living room. Her name it turns out is Laci and her blog is Long, Slow, Beautiful Dance. I know I made mention of it earlier… just don’t remember when. It’s is a really good read. Her blog was only started last month… but her posts are full and entertaining. Now granted… she is a follower of the Thursday Thirteen Meme… but we won’t hold that against her. Go see her and see what all the dancing is about.
.:*:.
So now it is Fuck Off And Die Thursday time. I love FOAD. Of course I don’t necessarily store my FOAD’s up. See yesterday I felt like total crap. Today… not much better. So this may be a little harsher than normal but so be it.
My first FOAD cry goes to dentists who DO NOT USE ENOUGH NOVACAINE!!! Especially when they are TWISTING A CORKSCREW INTO YOUR SKULL!!! And then the absolute worse ONLY GIVE YOU THREE VICODIN’S FOR THE PAIN!!! You dentists need to learn that we do not want to see you. We have to because of health reasons and social acceptance of perfect teeth and the such… but we really DO NOT WANT TO FEEL IT!!! Next time I tell you I need more… don’t be a cheap bitch… just give it. Oh… and remember that book with Oprah, Little Pieces of Me or some shit by that fictionalizer James Frey. Well ya know what… the way he described it… it is FUCKING TRUE!!!
My next FOAD command goes to BE who once again have screwed up my thumbnail! Even after I did a support ticket… was replied to it was in the que for an update… and now it STILL isn’t fixed. WTF people!!! Corporate mongers from hell!!! Fuck off and die!!!
My next FOAD goe
s to the idiots who denied me a spot in the Tac EMS Refresher. I’ve been Tactically certified for the last 6 years. In those six years I have literally had to suit up 5 times… and one of those times was for a parade. I should have gotten into the November class last year but I was a little busy in Texas. So now… because the class is only offered twice a year (and in Jersey of all places) I needed to be in the June class. My certification already lapsed back in December, but I have 6 months to get into a refresher so June 30th was my deadline. Now that I have been denied that class… I would have to re-take the entire week long course. My issue really isn’t even taking that class… it’s PAYING for it. A whopping 5k for the original as opposed to $500 for the refresher… and for what? You have to bring your own tactical equipment to begin with… and you end up in a dorm that smells of piss and is rat infested. Like I said, I suited up all of 5 times, so that’s about 1k per suit up. Last time the company did reimburse us… but that won’t happen this time. It wouldn’t piss me off so much except that I know for a fact that these guys know my predicament and felt it was better to give the spot to some volley than to someone who is career! So FOAD you maggots!!! I’ll go to Black Water if I decide to do it all over again.
My final FOAD really isn’t an FOAD. It’s more of a FOAB… Fuck Off And Blog… to those bloggers out there with spring fever/whoa is me I have such a boring life and nothing to blog about/oh my template sucks/oh no one will rent to me/oh my life will be so busy I’ll have to let the blog go/ oh my readers just don’t matter to me/ oh this and that and the other thing and so on and so forth. It seems there has been A LOT of that going on. While I sympathize with everyone going through it because there are times when I too go through it… at some point it’s put up or shut up… shit or get off the pot… stop thinking your short and fat when you’re 5’11” and 115 lbs… do the right thing.
Understand where I’m coming from when I say this… but posting something about nothing is better than posting nothing at all. Do you have loyal reader’s? Sure you do. Do you care about them? Sure you do… because if you didn’t well you wouldn’t even say anything about the terrible strain you’re under… you would just… vanish. I don’t think personal blogs should be chores. I think they should be fun and entertaining and an outlet for the blogger. I think an awful lot of people take it way more seriously than they should… and I will include myself in that group. There are some days… like today… when I push myself to do the blog thing even though my mouth is still driving me crazy from that damn dentist. There are some days I know my posts are crap like yesterday and today. There are some really thought out posts in here too… and this one will be number 234. Almost at the 250 milestone… and don’t think I haven’t been planning for that. Hell… I’ve been planning that one since March… and for me it’ll be HUGE. For me bloggin is oart of my routine because if I can make this routine… hopefully I can make my other writing routine. I blog anything because for me it is therapy. For everyone else… it is what you want it to be.
For those of you who think your disappearance doesn’t matter… well it does. I still haven’t gotten over Frodo Corleone leaving suddenly. Will I eventually? Sure I wi
ll… the same way I got over when Peppermint Patty told me no when I asked that bitch to marry me 11 years ago. Time heals all wounds… and sure there are always new blogs to read and new bloggers coming onboard right now… but to a certain degree longevity has its privledges. I’m not saying to be a happy blogger because with Joshua Herman Christus as my witness I am not. I’m not saying not to whine about having nothing to blog… because after all that IS something to blog. What I am saying is don’t write blogging off. I’m saying Blog Anything… because that is always better than the nothing.
I have a really simple theory on the whole thing… in fact it is more of a life mantra or a battle cry or whatever you want to call it. Back in the day I used to play a laser tag game called Q-Zar (I know… athletic aren’t I?) and my team was called the Black Nites (original, weren’t we? and yes… that is how we spelled Nites) and our motto was “Tag them all and let the ref sort them out!” When the game would begin our captain would scream that in the arena and we would enter our “berserker” rage. As my life progressed I would take that saying and change it a little bit here and there. At Woodstock ‘99 it became “Transport them all and let triage sort them out!”… at the bar it became “Drink it all and let the porcelain god sort it out!”… and now here in the blogosphere I have changed it once againe too…
Blog It All And Let Technorati Sort It Out!!!
If your an FOAD Blogger you can link here if you want…
So when I walked her to the door… below the street light I saw a beautiful girl slowly dancing down the street. As Some Girl walked past her, she twirled herself into my place and continued to Waltz around the living room. Her name it turns out is Laci and her blog is Long, Slow, Beautiful Dance. I know I made mention of it earlier… just don’t remember when. It’s is a really good read. Her blog was only started last month… but her posts are full and entertaining. Now granted… she is a follower of the Thursday Thirteen Meme… but we won’t hold that against her. Go see her and see what all the dancing is about.
So now it is Fuck Off And Die Thursday time. I love FOAD. Of course I don’t necessarily store my FOAD’s up. See yesterday I felt like total crap. Today… not much better. So this may be a little harsher than normal but so be it.
My first FOAD cry goes to dentists who DO NOT USE ENOUGH NOVACAINE!!! Especially when they are TWISTING A CORKSCREW INTO YOUR SKULL!!! And then the absolute worse ONLY GIVE YOU THREE VICODIN’S FOR THE PAIN!!! You dentists need to learn that we do not want to see you. We have to because of health reasons and social acceptance of perfect teeth and the such… but we really DO NOT WANT TO FEEL IT!!! Next time I tell you I need more… don’t be a cheap bitch… just give it. Oh… and remember that book with Oprah, Little Pieces of Me or some shit by that fictionalizer James Frey. Well ya know what… the way he described it… it is FUCKING TRUE!!!
My next FOAD command goes to BE who once again have screwed up my thumbnail! Even after I did a support ticket… was replied to it was in the que for an update… and now it STILL isn’t fixed. WTF people!!! Corporate mongers from hell!!! Fuck off and die!!!
My next FOAD goe
s to the idiots who denied me a spot in the Tac EMS Refresher. I’ve been Tactically certified for the last 6 years. In those six years I have literally had to suit up 5 times… and one of those times was for a parade. I should have gotten into the November class last year but I was a little busy in Texas. So now… because the class is only offered twice a year (and in Jersey of all places) I needed to be in the June class. My certification already lapsed back in December, but I have 6 months to get into a refresher so June 30th was my deadline. Now that I have been denied that class… I would have to re-take the entire week long course. My issue really isn’t even taking that class… it’s PAYING for it. A whopping 5k for the original as opposed to $500 for the refresher… and for what? You have to bring your own tactical equipment to begin with… and you end up in a dorm that smells of piss and is rat infested. Like I said, I suited up all of 5 times, so that’s about 1k per suit up. Last time the company did reimburse us… but that won’t happen this time. It wouldn’t piss me off so much except that I know for a fact that these guys know my predicament and felt it was better to give the spot to some volley than to someone who is career! So FOAD you maggots!!! I’ll go to Black Water if I decide to do it all over again.My final FOAD really isn’t an FOAD. It’s more of a FOAB… Fuck Off And Blog… to those bloggers out there with spring fever/whoa is me I have such a boring life and nothing to blog about/oh my template sucks/oh no one will rent to me/oh my life will be so busy I’ll have to let the blog go/ oh my readers just don’t matter to me/ oh this and that and the other thing and so on and so forth. It seems there has been A LOT of that going on. While I sympathize with everyone going through it because there are times when I too go through it… at some point it’s put up or shut up… shit or get off the pot… stop thinking your short and fat when you’re 5’11” and 115 lbs… do the right thing.
Understand where I’m coming from when I say this… but posting something about nothing is better than posting nothing at all. Do you have loyal reader’s? Sure you do. Do you care about them? Sure you do… because if you didn’t well you wouldn’t even say anything about the terrible strain you’re under… you would just… vanish. I don’t think personal blogs should be chores. I think they should be fun and entertaining and an outlet for the blogger. I think an awful lot of people take it way more seriously than they should… and I will include myself in that group. There are some days… like today… when I push myself to do the blog thing even though my mouth is still driving me crazy from that damn dentist. There are some days I know my posts are crap like yesterday and today. There are some really thought out posts in here too… and this one will be number 234. Almost at the 250 milestone… and don’t think I haven’t been planning for that. Hell… I’ve been planning that one since March… and for me it’ll be HUGE. For me bloggin is oart of my routine because if I can make this routine… hopefully I can make my other writing routine. I blog anything because for me it is therapy. For everyone else… it is what you want it to be.
For those of you who think your disappearance doesn’t matter… well it does. I still haven’t gotten over Frodo Corleone leaving suddenly. Will I eventually? Sure I wi
ll… the same way I got over when Peppermint Patty told me no when I asked that bitch to marry me 11 years ago. Time heals all wounds… and sure there are always new blogs to read and new bloggers coming onboard right now… but to a certain degree longevity has its privledges. I’m not saying to be a happy blogger because with Joshua Herman Christus as my witness I am not. I’m not saying not to whine about having nothing to blog… because after all that IS something to blog. What I am saying is don’t write blogging off. I’m saying Blog Anything… because that is always better than the nothing.I have a really simple theory on the whole thing… in fact it is more of a life mantra or a battle cry or whatever you want to call it. Back in the day I used to play a laser tag game called Q-Zar (I know… athletic aren’t I?) and my team was called the Black Nites (original, weren’t we? and yes… that is how we spelled Nites) and our motto was “Tag them all and let the ref sort them out!” When the game would begin our captain would scream that in the arena and we would enter our “berserker” rage. As my life progressed I would take that saying and change it a little bit here and there. At Woodstock ‘99 it became “Transport them all and let triage sort them out!”… at the bar it became “Drink it all and let the porcelain god sort it out!”… and now here in the blogosphere I have changed it once againe too…
Blog It All And Let Technorati Sort It Out!!!
If your an FOAD Blogger you can link here if you want…
So today is Fuck Off And Die Thursday! Finally! Where should we start…
Let’s start with the moron in Dunkin Donuts. Every other day I’m there and I order the EXACT same thing. Every time you have to ask me three times what I want… and still you give me milk and not cream!!! Tomorrow… if I don’t get the cream… your getting the coffee… IN YOUR FACE! So FOAD Dunkin Dipshit!!!
Now let’s move on to random drug testing policies. It is truly amazing how certain people will come up on the “computer” the day after they called the Purchasing Agent a cheap bastard (well… if the shoe fits… then leave it and get the one that doesn’t for 50% off asswipe). So after 12 years suddenly the number comes up! FOAD computer… which by the way EVERYONE knows still is not working… so we know the “computer” is a breathing being who just happens to have lunch EVERY DAY with the Asswipe Purchasing Agent!!! And on that subject FOAD all idiots who KNOW that randoms can happen, but decide to smoke a joint anyway ‘cause “it’s there”… and then REFUSE the test because it violates their “belief system”. Newsflash idiot… we deal with peoples LIVES here… so if you can’t do it straight… don’t do it!!!
To tho
se people who don’t think that us Cr@ck@ @$$3$ can’t be pimps. Well I got news for ya’ll… it’s hard out here for a pimp… but it’s harder out here for us Cr@ck@z… and ya’ll need to show some R-E-S-P-E-C-T!!! Ya’ll need to R-E-C-O-G-N-I-Z-E!!! And stop being up our @$$3$ over EVERYTHING!!! We wiznill not go quietly into tha nizzay . Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this.. We will not be wiped from tha face of this earth coz of tha color of our skizzay . You’se a flea and I’m the big dogg. We will not be sent ta our beds witout our baller… or fo` tizzle motherfucka witout our dessert whizzich means yo woman!!! Dizzy blame us coz we treat our ladies right n dont pusha KFC as 5-star din’n!!! So FOAD all you h@t3rs!
Finally let us say FOAD to those people out there who feel the need to know EVERY LITTLE DETAIL of something I’M DOING. There is a REASON that I AM the one DOING IT. If you need to know about it then I will tell you… otherwise… Fuck Off And Die!!!
If you too are a FOAD Blogger and keeping it real… well link up here…
Let’s start with the moron in Dunkin Donuts. Every other day I’m there and I order the EXACT same thing. Every time you have to ask me three times what I want… and still you give me milk and not cream!!! Tomorrow… if I don’t get the cream… your getting the coffee… IN YOUR FACE! So FOAD Dunkin Dipshit!!!
Now let’s move on to random drug testing policies. It is truly amazing how certain people will come up on the “computer” the day after they called the Purchasing Agent a cheap bastard (well… if the shoe fits… then leave it and get the one that doesn’t for 50% off asswipe). So after 12 years suddenly the number comes up! FOAD computer… which by the way EVERYONE knows still is not working… so we know the “computer” is a breathing being who just happens to have lunch EVERY DAY with the Asswipe Purchasing Agent!!! And on that subject FOAD all idiots who KNOW that randoms can happen, but decide to smoke a joint anyway ‘cause “it’s there”… and then REFUSE the test because it violates their “belief system”. Newsflash idiot… we deal with peoples LIVES here… so if you can’t do it straight… don’t do it!!!
To tho
se people who don’t think that us Cr@ck@ @$$3$ can’t be pimps. Well I got news for ya’ll… it’s hard out here for a pimp… but it’s harder out here for us Cr@ck@z… and ya’ll need to show some R-E-S-P-E-C-T!!! Ya’ll need to R-E-C-O-G-N-I-Z-E!!! And stop being up our @$$3$ over EVERYTHING!!! We wiznill not go quietly into tha nizzay . Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this.. We will not be wiped from tha face of this earth coz of tha color of our skizzay . You’se a flea and I’m the big dogg. We will not be sent ta our beds witout our baller… or fo` tizzle motherfucka witout our dessert whizzich means yo woman!!! Dizzy blame us coz we treat our ladies right n dont pusha KFC as 5-star din’n!!! So FOAD all you h@t3rs!Finally let us say FOAD to those people out there who feel the need to know EVERY LITTLE DETAIL of something I’M DOING. There is a REASON that I AM the one DOING IT. If you need to know about it then I will tell you… otherwise… Fuck Off And Die!!!
If you too are a FOAD Blogger and keeping it real… well link up here…
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