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Kayah.net - So my dog is an American Eskimo. Girlish? Maybe ... she does have the small tendency to cross her legs as she sits. It amuses pretty much everyone because they've never seen a more "proper" lady dog. Wierd habit in my opinion. Well anyway she insists on barking in my hear alot of the times, inspecting with her nose instead of her eyes. A small child trapped in an agile creature's body. No height too great, no person too important. Watch your clothes she sheds alot ... ALOT. Is that normal or something like male pattern baldness? Ouch that smartz.... she bit me... that BITCH!!! Actually that would be correct in this case ... a bitch. Well my brother and I like to call her the "Shysty Biatch", the "Boomsheekah", the "Bebe", the "Baty Bouy", the Kayah.......

Name.com - So it appears in the news that a couple would like to name their child after a corporate sponsor. Quite interesting. Some may say that the couple is insane to ever consider something like this for their child and other see it as, why not? I'm one of those people who say, why the hell not... Giving new opportunties for the child and an advantage for chances at a good education. Who would have ever thought that one day someone would ever thing of naming their child and getting paid for doing so. This just extends the creative drive and the free thinking society that we live in. Where pretty much anything can happen. But i guess there is a fine line between being creative and being greedy in this case. This going to make life alot more interesting in the future. My only thought was that the parents which concieved of the this experiment seemed to have a grasp of whole situation and sounded like they would only consider for what is best for the child and not just in it purely fot the money involed. Say someone of lower standards where to name their child for a smaller amount of money .... one crack hit and twenty dollars. .... how would this change us and how would this effect our future. When I have a child ... I am Fo-SHO going to think of having it sponsored.... whats the worst that could happen?

Puta.org - So yesterday I was bummin' out at a picnic. Some filipino gig where you really don't know anyone there except the people who invited you? Well anyways, we decide to eat. Great food especially the Bar-B-Que. Later on after and hour or so of listening and sitting and hearing filipinos chit-chat, my brother comes up to me and offers me some Puto. I'm not totally sure what it consists of but my dad tells me its rice cake that he will never eat ever again. Why? So one thing leads to another and he tells us that when he was younger, the family had a "puto" business and that his mother (my grandmother) used to make it. "Soo ... what's wrong with that Father?" .... (haha ... yea right ... dad i mean..) He says, "WHATS WRONG WITH THAT?!?!? Your grandmother would make the puto, and her whole arm would mix the rice and all her sweat on her arm and all the sweat on her brow would be in the puto..." Awwww... thats nasty... I'm not eating the rest of this. So the puto was left to dry out on the table in all its gellular glory. Food for some of the hundreds of wasps hovering around us. Well anyways I told my brother that he was a "Puta" because that's what people are called when they eat "puto".....

Stones? nice template john... WTF are you thinking

" There are two kinds of balls in this world. There are the big brave balls and then there are the little mincey faggot balls. "
-Brick Top ("Snatch")

today seems to be as boring as most. In fact, I don't even know what to do. For the past half hour I've been reading Blogs upon Blogs. "Shouldn't you be working john?" YES. I know this. As I indulge myself in unproductivity, it occurs to me that the blogs which can suck in the reader are the ones that involve

a. a youthfull girl involved in some sexual activity (whether it be kissing or the full humpty-dance-is-your-chance-to-do-the-hump) and out to make a living and put her stamp upon this world.

b. a person with an artistic view of the world. Usually expressing some Philisophical idea in the language's most obscure sense of expression. big words making me feel dizzy but draw me in closer. I think the word is HIP or TRENDY type that chill-out in the Villiage and do hip things at night in the city. You know the type I'm talking about. Hip-to-it Web tinker-tanker during the day.

c. bloggers that blog in short, sometimes poetic sometimes pathetic short sentences. something like.... i only have two minutes to put into my blog or my thoughts only run in one minute intervals and the only thing that holds everything together is some glue and my desire to blog every two seconds... 5.45am. 5.46am. 5.47am (sorry for the gap my blogger people i went to bathroom in order to digest my Pad Thai) 5.48am. I mean seriously a deadly virus or compulsive behavio set off by coffee or mocha coolatas. Hinder-kinder me and enertain me while I read my dailys and that your part of my life and I love what you do every second that you blog. My attention span can only hold, oh-so-much.

d. Quotation-alists overlords who in my opinion contain a whole sense of the entire world through books and music. Who love to be inspired and love to inspire others through short but sentimental short "Quotes" from today's fashionable yet old-lithic literature. As if everyone on god's green earth has indeed read the same articles as you have and should know it all. Or maybe it's to throw in a bit of confidence in their on sentence where the speaker must refer to an outside source in order to hold his/ her own words as truthfully and not full of leftover Spam or parrot talk from an "associate"

Can this all be true? You have to ask yourself one quesion which makes this all possible and makes bloggers a success. Why do you insist on reading my thoughts?

okie first off i have to apologize for not writing in such a long time .... sorry about that everyone who is an avid reader... HAHA yeah right.... well anyways i have to start by telling you about my local Dunkin' Doughnuts. So every morning i go there and order the same damn drink (mocha coolata) its da Shiet .... anyways .... a new guy is working there. He goes to make the coolata and when he rings me up, i hand him $10. So my whole order for that morning came out to $5 and change. What does the guy give me back? Just coins...... I was like "Huh?!?! WTF?". So I decided to hop over the counter and smash his face in. Well.... not really ... but that's what I felt like doing. So i said, "Hey man, I just gave you $10 dolla" (--kinda like those chinese vendors in chinatown... "Five dolla ... five dolla ... Tu fo Six dolla .... Six dolla ... ") He says, "No .. 6". Again i was like, "WTF?!?! I GAVE YOU $10!!!!!" One thing lead to another and the manager came over. She asked what-da-dills. So I told her. She opens the register, only to find ....... a five dollar bill in the "ones" slot" ..... (DAMN!!!! what a fuckin' moron....) so she gives me the CORRECT change and I was on my way .... making sure that I said, Thank You to the manager and ignored the dumbass when he apologized.... hahaha ...

guess who made my coolata this morning? .... yep ... you got it ....


Jamaican Word of the Day:
BATTY RIDER: A type of skimpy cut off shorts worn so tight that it 'rides' over and exposes the woman's bottom.

John's Sentence of the Day:
This morning, i was at Dunkin' Doughnuts where I happen to come across a "cho-cha" in a "Batty Ryda". DAYMN!!!

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