PARTY TACO

Dudes and dudettes! hello im back, i took a trip to aruba w/ cobra snake and posse but now im back in town and alive for 2099! Things i learned on vacation:

a) Floss daily
b) use the phrase, "my style is the bomb ditty bomb de dang de bomb ditty"
c) listen to; Fine Young Cannibals "Good Thing, Teddy Bears "Cobrastyle"

this is the new moushtache tattoo FYI~DIY

Fav's

So i think i'll end up in one of these very soon:


"Fire In The Sky"


"Just Clownin'"


"We Stand As One"


"No Bull"


"Wizzardo"


Last but not least, "Roman'TIC"

Gangs Of New Pork

Had to pickup my aunt Karen to day from the airport and i asked her what shes been doing latey and she tells me a story about how she went to a Porn-ada party... okay so like a Mexican pinata party but with a pinata full of various Personal lubricates, sexy toys and novelty condoms. First off let me say that i got mad love for my Aunt Karen and i reallly appreciate her candid and comfortable attitude but, totally TMI girl! She went along to say that she was hand picked from the margarite swilling party goers to be the first batter up in the smash the pinate game and severed the leg off this adults only pinata spilling its naughty innards all over the ground and instantly threw her blindfold off and made the mad dash for the XXX stash and scored a bubble-wrapped fishnet skinsuit? Yikes... i don't wanna get old.

PS: sorry Carrie

dedicated

dude check this ish out i cant believe it

Dixie

this is like one of the best songs ever writen please check out, The Band preforming it live on the Martin Scorsesse directed Last Waltz, one truely epic proformance! I wish I could be Levon Helm for a day!

Band The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down Lyrics

Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,

(Chorus)
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
[ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ]

"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if my money's no good.
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best. (Chorus)

Like my father before me, I will work the land,
Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
I swear by the mud below my feet,
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat. (Chorus and fade)


Meaning of song

The lyrics tell of Virgil Cain watching as the Union Army General George Stoneman destroys the railroad where he makes a living, and then witnessing the fall of Richmond, Virginia. Virgil relates and mourns the loss of his brother, "He was just eighteen, proud and brave / But a Yankee laid him in his grave."
The song's central lament—"You take what you need and you leave the rest / But they should never have taken the very best"—is an apparent commentary on the Union Army's policy of living off the land during campaigns--where soldiers, who were sent to requisition supplies for the troops from locals [to avoid long, campaign slowing supply lines], would not only gather needed supplies, but would also loot, pillage, and rape--and on the utter destruction of the Southern homes, cities and infrastructure that was the result of a war that lasted over four years and in which there were approximately 600,000 fatalities.

Robertson claimed that he had the music to the song in his head but had no idea what it was to be about. "At some point [the concept] blurted out to me. Then I went and I did some research and I wrote the lyrics to the song." Robertson continued, "When I first went down South, I remember that a quite common expression would be, 'Well don't worry, the South's gonna rise again.' At one point when I heard it I thought it was kind of a funny statement and then I heard it another time and I was really touched by it. I thought, 'God, because I keep hearing this, there's pain here, there is a sadness here.' In Americana land, it's a kind of a beautiful sadness.

from A to Zinc

man seriously i've been having the crazyest days lately i feel like im some kind of attention whore i need to be constantly doing shit and i think im gettting deep into a cycle of faster living its prob cuz of the recent "life" chages that have been going on and not to say change isnt good of course it is...i just want to be everywhere all the time to many friends around at once not enough hours in the day to take care of things and have a good time you know what im saying.

old man in a orange shirt wagging his finger in my face, "your about to get your jaw broke"

three men follow a young new york girl outside to smoke and flirt

a man stops while carrying a pizza to make a miniture wave to a toddler on a shoulder

"dude, did you see that?"

the fight to save boxing

skinner

So now that i totally have a comrad on this thing, Britanny, that killed it on her 1st post even though i know it was copied from gayspace i guess its my tun now to bring the pain.

my new place reminds me of a danish sewing barn, and through my disscusions with ed we think it was onece either:

A) Horse stable

B) Carriage/buggy/Wagon garage

C) Model T Garage

D) all of the above

I think it's D cuz the shit is mad old!

So a little update on wierd things going on: Allmost got in a fight outside Unitard cuz a was blabbing about throwing a half empty beer at some wasted dudes face that was spilling beer intentionally everywhere and on everyone! Little did i know his, "crew" of graffitti dudes MSK or whatev's heard this and i guess tried to fight me.. went something like this;

Graffitti Dude: what the fuck you you talking bout throwing your fucking beer at my friend?

Cory: shit didnt know he was your friend SON your boy is mad drunk and spilling beer allover everybody

GD: So now im your son?

C:...huh

GD: you called me your son, you my dad or some shit?

C: uh... naw homes im not your dad

GD: So now im your homes?

(So this is that part where, despite being drunk, i figure this dude and company are just looking for any excuse to get in a fight, i also know that i probelby have much more friends that had my back than this dude but i didnt know if they where in the near area and/or were as hard as some MSK gang whatever guys)

C: {pours beer on GD's Shoes}

GD: {Pours beer on C's Shoes}

C: ...OKAY... i guess we're even now...

Anyways it went something like that, i think long story short i didnt get my ass beat




This one's for Brit shes loves this crew...