So to all the people that read my blog i know it has en a wile since i have written something. Well in the A-Town not to much as been going on keeping a low key but knowing whats going on is the way to servive in our " Dog eat Dog" town.
The other day i got to take a nice car ride to Tilbury with my beautiful ladie friend knowing that i'm crossing in to another hood I take it easy and cruse into the town looking around i'm noticing alot of Crews hanging around. Knowing that i'm from A-Vill i don't have to woirre as much.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Slammed to the Wall
Slammed to the wall I shall be, every inch of me will be in need
I will hit the floor or maybe run into the door
disoriented I shall be, not being able to walk or even talk
Shots of the Liver I call it ,in the morning your head will want to split
Holy shit you will say why did I drink the night away
I can't remember what I did or where I was
never again I say on every Sunday
Why can't I see, who will take care of me
I'm filled up on VODKA can't you see?
In memoir of Bill "Oh that's bill he's fine"
I will hit the floor or maybe run into the door
disoriented I shall be, not being able to walk or even talk
Shots of the Liver I call it ,in the morning your head will want to split
Holy shit you will say why did I drink the night away
I can't remember what I did or where I was
never again I say on every Sunday
Why can't I see, who will take care of me
I'm filled up on VODKA can't you see?
In memoir of Bill "Oh that's bill he's fine"
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Riders on the storm
If you ever want to hear a good old rock song by the doors completly demolished by "hip hop" look for the song rider on the strom by "snoop dog" soory about your luck Nathan but your type is still behind the us.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Remember
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrell with thy foe.
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
1st Canadian Field Artillery Brigade
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrell with thy foe.
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
1st Canadian Field Artillery Brigade
For the Fun
For those who fear difference.
For those who would rather stare into the darkness than face what the light reveals.
For those who are willing to pound through rock to find what glitters, but are not willing to scratch the surface of a person to find gold.
For those who insult directly, with a conceited sense of cunning
For those who rip out the heart of the eager and defenseless, than play games with it.
For those who mock, judge and deceive a friend
For those who steal confidence from the weaker
For those who murder pride in the powerless
May you find peace in yourself.
For those who would rather stare into the darkness than face what the light reveals.
For those who are willing to pound through rock to find what glitters, but are not willing to scratch the surface of a person to find gold.
For those who insult directly, with a conceited sense of cunning
For those who rip out the heart of the eager and defenseless, than play games with it.
For those who mock, judge and deceive a friend
For those who steal confidence from the weaker
For those who murder pride in the powerless
May you find peace in yourself.
TO bich face and slut bag and her mom
So now that i got my computer kinda working you might to notise alot more random post about random things as we all know today is the 11 th of November So master aid is taking the time out to thank those men and women who put there lives on the line for us to be free. Now we all know who isn't free and his name is Nathan latly i jsut fingured yes he is in love and the need time toghter understandble but on our best friends 20 th birthday that kucking stupid controling inbread pice of fucking shit has the nerv to show up and tell him that it might be his fault that she didn't pass her big test because he didn't call her after it was over.
Now hold on thats not the half of it her mother that good for nothing skanky anal slut drove from Sarnia to London that like 2 hours picked her up and drove all the way back in the car pulled in and her and her mom convinsed him to leave now not only is Nathan a whiped piece of shit and tells everyone that he isn't whiped ( as Kickin Wayne would say we all know who wears the pants in that relationship) this guy makes fun of you if you talk your women.
Lisen up you stupid chunky chunk of poop you don't drink beer you don't drink liqure you don't hang out with us you don't call, write, or even stop in to say hello. So if you have no time for us the go fuck your self you little BITCH.
Now to nickol or slut face as i like to call her i swear to go if you show up again once more like that i'll be sure tho chuck a beer bottle at your face the laugh my ass off.
Now hold on thats not the half of it her mother that good for nothing skanky anal slut drove from Sarnia to London that like 2 hours picked her up and drove all the way back in the car pulled in and her and her mom convinsed him to leave now not only is Nathan a whiped piece of shit and tells everyone that he isn't whiped ( as Kickin Wayne would say we all know who wears the pants in that relationship) this guy makes fun of you if you talk your women.
Lisen up you stupid chunky chunk of poop you don't drink beer you don't drink liqure you don't hang out with us you don't call, write, or even stop in to say hello. So if you have no time for us the go fuck your self you little BITCH.
Now to nickol or slut face as i like to call her i swear to go if you show up again once more like that i'll be sure tho chuck a beer bottle at your face the laugh my ass off.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I'm Back
So today i was blessed with the shop giving me my computer back. So now i will be free to wirte anytime I want to. So I will be posting a storie up toorw about my Friends B-Day party
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