November 2002

that’s right motherfuckers, friday(29th) is the motherfucking party. PARTY AT TOAD’S APARTMENT the last fucking party. All the furniture/computers/stolen shit has been moved(again) to a storage unit safely tucked away in cordova. There it shall rot until i find a new place to live. Come one, come all. On Heather, on Metzger, on Mary, on Diebold and Blitzen. This is […]

Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that’s a sin I won’t tear the sack up Punk you’d better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up What a day….in the office by 2pm…work till 6…finally made some money…bought a 40 with change from the ashtray […]

back in memphis for a week before i move to new mexico. going out to look for trouble tonight…party on the 29th, you are all invited

scoutmastertoad: when i get a home phone can we start having phone sex?

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 i see a red door and i want it to be black

Toad was simply sitting there looking out the car window when he saw the car door of a car next to us open up and there saw a man dumping out the inside of what appeared to be some sort of tobacco cigar. Now why would anyone waste perfectly good cigar tobacco? This confused Toad very much and he nearly […]

scoutmastertoad: have you ever not had a condom and had to use a plastic Walgreens bag and a rubber band? marsgodess1: uh no

well it’s 2pm….im throughly drunk…the sun is out…it’s been a day since i slept….i’m so tired…i can feel the pillow against my face, the feeling the bedspread as it glides over me….the cool feeling of darkness wrap around my mind… but i can’t be a little bitch gotta stay awake…. i got the mp3s, i got the liqour. i can […]