man OJ has been tripping me out lately…why can’t this guy just disappear into the woods and be happy with the whole “i killed that cracker bitch”
i posted a few days ago about a reality show already in production about him. This is just too blatant. I mean i guess i gotta give him credit tho. If he was cool and calm enough to stab 2 people to death then he’s gotta have the self control and wit not to mention it again. Right?
do you guys not like me anymore?
what do u want to see on this site?
buy a shirt! please! You make so much fucking money a year and you waste it on other crappy clothing.
Now i buy most of my clothes from salvation army so i can’t help but feel like a hypocrite saying it but come on. It says Got Hore? on the front of it. How many shirts do you have that have the word Hore on it?
Come on.
Ya know what? For a limited time offer(until sometime next week), if you buy a crackhore.com shirt and u live in memphis, i’ll personally deliever it to a safe public place. So if you had any ideas of trying to get toad to deliever a shirt to a dark alley, u can go fuck yourself.
hahaha i can’t wait till that shit comes out. A very OJ Thanksgiving, with him chopping up some white meat. How are they going to do this without making a mockery of our judacial system? Ugh don’t answer that….
are they going to mention him slicing up ron and his wife on the show? Will be talk about it? Be like “yah im still confident their gonna get the killer”.
The series will chronicle Simpson’s daily life in Miami using footage collected over several months of filming in 2001 and 2002.
Simpson maintains he did not commit the crimes and has said he thinks the case eventually will be solved.
Hahaha good call, that’ll give us a whole year to edit out all the “that bitch won’t date a white guy ever again” comments out of the entire season.
hmm every wednesday my karoake addiction surges and i get the urge to embarass myself with any number of songs i have memorized…
yesterday i went to a redbirds game with shane and his friend. I’m wearing green cargo pants and a Buffalo Bills hoody. In memphis. In spring.
I meet them out friend and neither of them comment about being overdressed. We go inside, i try to barter a cup from the concession stand with no luck. We head up to the seats and as we’re going up the steps i turn to shane and say “yeah i think i’ve gotten pretty bad with alcohol lately”. Shane in turn tells me how much he drank the night before and kinda humbles me for a minute.
We sit down, i pull off the hoody, take out the 40 of Icehouse out of the pocket, placing the hoody back over the bottle as a sort of camo net and go in search of a cup.
$2.50 later i have a coke. I get back to the seat and realize im going to have to drink this fucking coke before i can have my beer. I get back up, find a bathroom, dump the coke and return. It’s already the 3rd inning.
Shane and his friend go to the concession stand and i sit there and pound cheap beer through a cardboard cup. The whole time there is a Redbirds employee eyeing me, often walking down and looking at my hoody. Shane and his friend still havn’t came back.
It starts raining, almost everyone leaves, i watch more of the game from under a roof. My poor 40 is nearly empty so i wander around looking for shane and calling him on his cellphone. They find my drunk ass, watch the rest of the game, which was basically over after the opposing team scored 5 runs in one inning, and we left.
In retrospect, i wish i had ate half a Halcion along with the 40 and drove down there but that could have easily led to toad waking up in his car the next morning.
theres a lot of fuckers out there that are so mad fucked up right now. There is no way, in my puny little text and pictures of me in weird hats, describe, what, even in just the city of Memphis, how mad fucked up people are.
It’s only 9:30 but still, there are some people out there that are totally twisted on acid, screaming, laying in front yard, throwing up because they forgot how to breath. I know and meet lots of people who probably have never done any drugs. But if you happen to not do drugs and read this site(the 2-3 of you) just close your eyes for a second and imagine it.
All day long people have been forcing down as much pot in their body as possible. This one day, almost like a St Patrick’s Day of pot, sometimes with the cute label Earthday.
God, will finish this later, getting in shower, smelling like 4/20 🙁
that’s right motherfuckers, jesus had 3 children with mary of bethany, also mary magdalen. He didn’t die on the cross, it was a fraud. Just because the books the Vatican says are correct doesn’t mean their right.
So to all you Templars out there, specially mah fools chilling next to a huge vault holding the Holy Grail, and to Richard Plantard, i know your dirty little secret. I also wanna pour a little of my 40 out to the Prieure de Sion out in London. When you guys take over, i want you to remember all the little folks like me, k?
So when you’re in the park smoking your hippy pot, remember what Easter is all about.
Templars and lies.
I was in Rite Aide a few days ago buying a 24 case of Busch, a 2 liter of coke and cotton balls when the lady comments on my license. I still have the same pic from when i was 16 so she says “damn, different hair, different glasses” and i say “fuck, that reminds me, i need dye”. She says, and i quote, “i ain’t in no rush” so i dart back to the hair dye aisle.
Now this is marketing at it’s best. I scan the huge aisle of hair dye at my disposal. I remember how the number system works but that really doesn’t narrow it down since theres like 23432623 different brands. I quickly grab the box with the hotest girl on it and run back to the counter.
Nothing like waking up the next morning, so hungover i can barely walk, stumbling into the bathroom and looking in the mirror to see a head full of bright orange hair.
I went and got my haircut today, in preperation for the hair dye. I go to a pretty ghetto Supercuts kinda place and always get these weird rednecks cutting my hair. Now if you’ve never gone to get your haircut while high then your missing out. I never get the same ‘stylist’, all about the same, missing teeth, bad bleached job, etc. It’s always common to make small talk while they cut your hair.
Small talk with me after a bowl becomes something very very different tho. I try to keep the weird shit at a minimum but she mentioned Easter and that of course prompts my “jesus didn’t die on the cross” speech which has been gettting a lot of play lately. I love the Bible belt.
Passage: John Paul Getty Jr., 70
Billionaire philanthropist John Paul Getty Jr. died Thursday. The American-born benefactor gave about $200 million to various causes, and was knighted for his services to charity after he became a British citizen. After resigning from Getty Oil, Getty began a life of parties and drug-taking. But when his second wife died of an accidental drug overdose, Getty became a recluse. When his son was kidnapped in 1971, Getty’s father refused to help pay the ransom until the abductors cut off part of the boy’s ear and sent it to the family. In a rare public statement, Getty said he was “privileged to be the heir to huge wealth, and I regard myself as custodian of that money for the benefit of people who need it more than I do.”
that’s one hard nigga, you can’t get my money until you send me a ear.