Welcome to Ginos! ! !

im blackkkkkk

2009-01-20T17:49:58Z

Damn i was lame back in the day...

I should delete this thing

but I like to never forget my fallen solider

Short and Sweet.

2005-08-03T23:25:03Z

I lost a brother a week ago.

It was an honor to be a paulbearer at yr funeral.

I Love you.

I'll see you later.

R.I.P Jim Deal

Lets go to this show! It's only 8 BUCKS!

2005-02-28T23:14:57Z

I need to see this show stoned.

http://www.ucbtheatre.com/schedule/showdetails.php?showid=597

My crazy NYC trip with my cousin thats somewhat true. man its great.

2005-02-18T22:57:49Z

Public Pissing Contest

Lost on I-95, how is that possible? Accidentally driving into Pennsylvania looking for Hamilton train station. Directions don’t mean anything to me: left, north, south, where am I going with my life? I’m trying to get to New York City.
I just got tested for HIV, oral swab test, cut the inside of your cheek and cover the damage with a lollipop. Doctors, sick sense of humor, sex-addicts and children get lollipops and stickers. I bullshitted with the old man about sexually transmitted diseases like we were old pals. Drips, crabs, puss, you name it. He clued me in: the definition of abstinence has changed since 1970. Instead of not having sex at all it’s changed to masturbate as much as you want without fucking other people. The self-love of the upcoming 2000’s. It’s shifted even in HIV testing labs. Great.
Actually, I was seeking self in the city, already having a rough sketch of how the night would follow, but I had no idea things would end up the way they did. I was meeting my cousin and old friends at an improv comedy theatre downtown, but right now I was driving up and down the interstate searching for a train station whose existence I began to speculate.
I pulled into a train station, it wasn’t Hamilton, it was Roebling. Giant rusted water towers loomed in the distance. Foul taste in my mouth thinking about the town’s water supply sitting in those corrupt baskets breeding filth and bacteria. Would I settle? No, I turned back on the highway racing in and out of lanes, arriving at Hamilton. A ultra-modern waiting room, wait for trains coming, trains going, rush towards death on steel tracks so fast that rain drops splatter off the ledges of the chic station.

In the Subway my cousin didn’t recognize me. I hadn’t seen him in three years. I told him I was going to write this story about him. He told me I hadn’t changed. The fact is my cousin always had pissing problems since he was a kid. At baseball camp he was so shy he held in his piss for a week, contracting a urinary infection. When we got home, I watched him piss, it took him eight minutes to finish. He danced, shifting from foot to foot as he pissed as if he was standing on hot sand, screaming, “It burns! It burns!” Poor David. Men come together for each other best when pain encroaches upon their genitals. I felt the burn in my own junk, the way I feel softer, defeated, when I see people get their nuts kicked in, in the movies.
Anyway, David’s trademark is that he publicly urinates everywhere he goes. He’s always got a bottle of water in his hands sipping it steadily. After he fills up he lets loose wherever, whenever. This had gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. Who goes to court for four indictments of public urination? Only David comes to mind.
When I met him in the station he had the bottle of water in his hand, dressed warmly in a heavy jacket against the winter weather.
“Are you going to end up pissing all over the place again?” I asked.
“Maybe, I don’t exactly plan on it. It just happens.”
“Do you realize you’re twenty and you’re still not potty-trained?”
“You’re just jealous.”
“Why would I be jealous?”
“Because I’m so damn free. Anyway, didn’t you know that pissing in New York City is unquestioned? It’s the unwritten law, if you live in New York you can piss whenever and wherever you want.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“No man, people in New York piss everywhere. They would piss on the World Trade Center if it was unguarded and think nothing of it. It’s just the way it is.”
“How’s Stacey?”
“She broke up with me.”
“I’m sorry man. Why?”
“I embarrassed her. I got drunk and pissed on a wall at her parent’s house. She’s ok. She got a dog, anyway.”
“At least the dog doesn’t miss the paper right?”
“Yeah, whatever. How’s Mary?”
“She broke up with me.”
“Why?”
“She said I’m not going anywhere.”
“She’s probably right.”
“So I guess we’re dates tonight, huh old friend?”
“Don’t touch me.”
We sat in silence uptown, eating noodles in some Chinese restaurant. I broke my chopsticks on the table and the waitress wouldn’t bring me new ones. Finishing a cup of coffee we walked into the Barnes and Noble. I was trying to get David to pick up a book, he doesn’t believe in reading. The place was sold out of Kerouac. Ironic, all those New Yorkers, rooted in that island, dreaming of far off places with Kerouac going nowhere. I was one of the masses. David pissed on the books in the Philosophy section, ruining a new copy of “Das Kapital.” I threw his bottle of water into the garbage. We ran out into the night towards the theatre.
We tried to get tickets, but the show had sold out. My friends Joe and Carr strolled up ten minutes later; meeting in front of a McDonalds on 26th. We bought a bottle of wine and decided to walk around.
“Where can we find a park?” Joe asked.
“Why do you want a park?” David asked.
“I wanna get high.”
“Let’s just light it up here on the street. No one cares in Chelsea. That guy’s smoking a joint over there.” Carr said.
“Hey, why is no one else drinking this wine?” I asked, “Public drinking’s illegal in New York now, we gotta finish this before we see a cop.”
“I’ll drink it.” David said.
“No, you’ll piss all over.”
“Isn’t it weird? You can’t drink a beer on the streets of New York, but people get away with smoking joints every day?” Joe asked.
We all yelled at him to light it already.
We spotted the unlit courtyard of a cathedral. We climbed the tall iron fences and sat on the front steps of the church, pulling in the waves of numbing garbage, abandoning ourselves to pleasant Novocain. Destroying the somber mood the slack-jawed gargoyles, guarding a defeated Jesus strived to maintain. We laughed and joked about our lives and people we knew. Joe played the harmonica, I finished the bottle, Carr was dancing, and David was pissing on the side of the church. A man on the street with a red hat began cursing at us,
“Get out of there you hooligans! I’ll call the cops on you.” He hollered.
“You know what to do guys,” Joe said.
We all began beating on our chests and howling at him. Strange wolf-men inspired by the moon’s madness. He walked away quickly, possibly for reinforcements. There was just too much derangement for one man to handle alone.
We jumped the fence and walked through the streets, kicking over cans of garbage, singing loudly, climbing tall stacks of cardboard and jumping into puddles. We bought another bottle of wine and walked into a small park. We pretended to be dinosaurs and beat the shit out of each other. Dinosaurs didn’t become extinct. They didn’t turn into birds. Dinosaur is simply a state of mind one must tap into. Remember that.
I ripped off David’s hat and began throwing it like a Frisbee. It fell in a small puddle and sank filling up with New York City muck.
“Why the fuck did you do that asshole?”
“Dude, I’m sorry, I was just kidding.”
“You’re always just kidding, but you’re a fucking asshole.”
“You’re right David I’m sorry.”
“You’re a bully, you always pick on me. Is it because I’m a foot shorter that you?”
“Naw man, drop it. Are you getting Napoleon complex on me?”
“I’m just saying treat me like a human being.”
“Dude you’re a pterodactyl, fuck that,” Carr said.
“Well pterodactyls are known to drop massive shit on other dinosaur’s heads,” Joe said.
“Imagine getting hit with one of the suckers, it would be crazy, but seriously David have a beer later on me. I didn’t mean to be a dick,” I said.
“It’s cool man.”
“Tell you what, I’m going to go urinate in this park here just to show you. I’m not gonna rag on you for it anymore.”
So I walked to the park’s edge, looking out on the street and began to piss on the muddy grass.
“Go man go!” I heard Carr scream, as the white cop car and flashing sirens rushed to the edge of the park, and we booked. I, with my dick out, pissing all over myself, running to escape the embarrassing verdict my family seemed fated to. Penis flopping out in the cool night air as people all over the streets watched these four wild men run from invisible monsters. We ducked into a shopping center and stayed there, ambling around the aisles until the beast outside would pass. I picked a pot off the display rack and finished in there just so I could claim that I had fulfilled a cliché.
We walked outside in the night, walking around the blocks aimlessly, choosing no direction in particular, ambling left, north, south, unexpectedly arriving again at the McDonalds on 26th. From there we walked into a CD store, but we were thrown out when we began whipping CDs at each other like Frisbees.
“Go long Carr!”
CD cases shattering on the side of the wall, and imagined sirens howling in the background as an big black cashier chucked our asses to the sidewalk with a hard thud.
“Where do you want to go guys?” David asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” Carr said.
“Yeah we can have fun anywhere, let’s just walk around,” I suggested.
“Hey look there’s a cart over there want to push me around in it?” Joe said.
“No, not really,” I said.
“Yeah, let’s just walk around until we find something. I mean this is the city,” David said.”
“So how’s your girl? Aren’t you two supposed to get married or something?” Carr asked.
“Relationships are crazy man. They’re a lot like walking a tightrope. Sometimes you feel safe; no matter if you fall you got a net. Other times you feel like you’re bound to fall right into a tiger pit. I fell into a tiger pit.”
“Is that why you got HIV tested today? David asked.
“Yeah I think she cheated on me.”
“That’s no good.”
“You know what you need Andrew? You need a woman,” Carr said.
“I don’t think so man. Women are the last thing I need right now.”
“Not women, a woman.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw your girl. She was a girl. She wasn’t serious. You can’t go out with girls like that and expect them to be true. They just want to have some fun. You gotta get a woman, sophisticated, who’s been through some shit, and can chill. You don’t want anymore Disney-fed little mermaids. You want a woman that’ll treat you right that you don’t have to worry about running around.”
“Or you can just go out and fuck around,” Joe said.
“I got a conscience man, I wouldn’t want to hurt someone’s man like she did to me.”
“Then you’re gonna get eaten alive. That’s all.”
“We’ll see. Let’s forget about this. Let’s just have some fun. We’re in the city, a whole world to explore,” I said. My words were sincere but her face appeared, stinging like an invisible hornet, disappearing into the night leaving lingering venom.
We walked into the Moonlight Café and smoked cigarettes and drank coffee. The waiter dropped our check with our coffee, eager to get us out of there. The clientele frowned at us, a pack of howler monkeys, drunkenly laughing and cursing, screaming insane shit at the top of our lungs.
“We are the hamburger meat of tomorrow!” Joe said.
“Hey put the table down Joe!” David yelled.
“It was making funny faces at me!”
“There’s a mirror on the table Joe, that’s your face.”
“I’m not that ugly!”
“You gotta get a mirror Joe.”
“Hey, Andrew you gotta come with me to New Orleans to visit Allen. He’s got a crazy set up down there,” Carr said.
“Naw man. I’m not into what he’s into. I may have no future but that kid has no life,” I said.
“How do you figure?”
“All that pro-Nazi shit he preaches. The kid’s hiding behind a swastika like it’s a blanket. Why can’t he just get out and be a man.”
“You know its bullshit. He likes you. Why don’t you just ignore it?”
“Naw fuck that.”
“You know he’s done a lot for you. It’s kind of shitty to lose touch with a friend like that.”
“We’re too different.”
“You just think you’re better than him.”
“You’re wrong.”
“You’re not as cool as you think you are man.”
“Whatever.”
“Hey he hides behind insignia. You hide behind women and bottles. You’re no better. You’re a fucking baby. Get over it.”
“Fuck you Carr. You’re drunk.”
Carr wasn’t talking, Merlot was. I still felt guilty. I decided to call up Allen in the morning. Joe fronted the bill. He left the waiter a four cent tip.
“Joe, how could you leave just a four cent tip, we gave more money to that bum on the corner,” David said.
“The waiter spit in my coffee, I know it.”
“How do you know it?”
“There was crumbs floating in it.”
“You imagined that probably,” Carr said.
“Joe, you take this “no conscience” thing too far,” I said.
“Hey, I gave money to that bum, no one else did that,” Joe said.
“Joe, you wailed a quarter at the bum and he threw it back at you. He looked like he was going to stab you,” David said.
“It’s all right. It got his mind of his poverty for a minute,” Joe said.
“What?”
“The guy sits around all day moping and feeling low, now he feels angry, he feels, insulted maybe even inspired. I’d rather feel angry than depressed.”
“Is there a reason you do everything, or do you just make up a bullshit reason?” I asked.
“A little of both,” Joe said.
Carr shrieked. “We’re back where we fuckin’ started, the McDonald again!”
“Dude there’s a McDonalds every four blocks; this can’t be the same one.”
“I’m telling you, we’ve been walking around in circles all night,” Joe said.
“Who’s leading us?” I asked.
“Aren’t you?” asked David.
“Me?” I said, “I’m a rat in a maze.”
“I was the rat at Chuckie Cheese,” said Joe.
“Well, where to Chuckie?” Carr said.
“I feel like a Whopper, let’s go in.”
So we walked into the McDonalds. A bright yellow beacon of hope and stability, those golden arches so familiar to every American, making them feel at home in Zimbabwe, Sudan, and Beijing. Outside of the place a hippy with a headband and long brown hair handed out pamphlets about animal cruelty, pigs strung up and stuck, bleeding, chickens mutilated. Somehow I wasn’t phased, a part of me didn’t care for the animals. They didn’t feel anything. They weren’t like humans. That didn’t give me the right to eat them, don’t get me wrong. But I began thinking if you don’t eat them first, they were gonna eat you. That’s the way it seemed to me now. Two kinds of people, the living and the eaten. I ordered a milkshake.
“So where do you guys want to go?”
“I’ve never been to union square, let’s go there.”
“Union Square.” Joe’s eyes lit up. He seemed infatuated with the idea. Like Union Square was some kind of haven, a concrete block where no pain or insecurity could venture. A launch-pad to heaven in the middle of the city.
“That’s a great idea,” he said, “Let’s go, but first let’s go into the house of balls.”
Connected to the McDonald’s was one of those kiddy pens, “the house of balls.” The door was locked and the lights were off. Joe asked the manager if he could open it, he’d like to go play. The manager eyed this twenty-year old man, and asked him what his problem was. Joe walked off, and began running into the locked doors, until we grabbed him and pulled him back on the streets. These fast-food chains always promise everything your way. They mean none of it. Go to McDonalds and super-size but try to substitute it for a medium drink, the place will go up in flames. The Mc-employees hated outsiders, people who didn’t give a damn for rules. They didn’t want you to play in the house of balls. They just wanted you to bankroll their murder.
We hailed a cab. Joe sat in the front, stroking the cabbie’s arm, telling him he was a nice man. The cabbie screamed in Arabic. Joe removed his hands stroking his own inner thigh instead. Something told me he wasn’t just drunk or high.
“So man I’m telling you, public urination is so much different in Philly then in New York City. It’s near impossible,” David said.
“You’d think it’d be the other way. There’s so many people in New York City,” I said.
“That’s why New York is so great. You piss your share and then disappear into the shadows. You’re an anonymous face. No one cares. Half the people are pissing with you so they’re not gonna rat you out. Whereas pissing in Philly is like having a wet dream at your girlfriend’s parent’s house. Try explaining why you’re washing the sheets for them.”
“That’s never actually happened to me.”
“It’s not much fun. Anyway didn’t you feel good tonight just letting go?”
“Yeah it did, not just because I relieved myself either.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t kidding when I said it makes you so damn free.”
“I wouldn’t go that far it’s just pissing.”
“Hey different strokes, different folks. Some people make model airplanes, I piss in public. If the lion would have had the courage to piss on the wicked witch of the west, he woulda spared Dorothy a murder rap.”
“You have a twisted brain David.”
“Thank you.”
“We’re here!” Joe screamed out.
We walked into the park, Joe’s piece of concrete heaven, I saw a brush on the ground so I kicked it. An angry black man immediately rushed to the scene.
“Yo, that’s my boy’z brush!”
“My bad man. I didn’t know he kept it on the ground like that.”
“Yo, you’re a sissy.”
“Ok, see you later.”
Already entering paradise- dissension.
“Wait, I’ve been here before,” Joe said, “let’s go into the Wyatt over there.”
“What are we gonna do in the hotel?” David asked.
“They have some crazy bathrooms on the fourth floor, the ground is made of grass.”
“I’m not really interested,” David said. We went anyway.
The fourth floor corridor was bathed in purple, purple everything, door upon door, people doing their dirty little business behind each, and we found no bathroom.
“It’s on the second floor,” Joe said.
On the second floor we didn’t find a bathroom either, but a vacant banquet hall. We began hopping on the couches and turning over tables. Why are there such destructive impulses in people? Ever notice? A bug lands on you and you immediately think to kill it. We turned over the tables and pushed them aside.
“Here let’s take these two couches and make them goals, the tables will be out of bounds. You and David against me and Carr. You have to throw the footrests into the goals.”
“Sounds good.”
With the first throw the footrest’s leg broke. We got into the elevator, leaving with style. Not before David slipped the pretty consigliore his number on a napkin.
“Why’d you do that?”
“Why not? I’m single again right?”
“I wish I could do that.”
“Doesn’t require any skill, just a pen and a napkin, try it sometime.”
“Maybe.”
Outside a long haired man in leather jacket grabbed me by the shoulders His hair looked liked the tail of the gray mare I watched my uncle kill four years ago. He was a friendly man. I distrusted him immediately. In his jacket was an eight-ball of cocaine. Pure-white. I immediately knew he was a cop.
“You interested?’ He asked.
“Maybe, can we all get a cigarettes?”
“All four of you? You’re bleeding me dry.”
“Funny, I thought you were a cocaine dealer,” Carr said.
“Hey, I hustle to get by.”
“Yeah, ok. Make with the cigarettes gramps,” Joe said.
“No respect for elders,” the cop said, “You know I’m packing heat right?” He opened his jacket and pointed at his gun.
“Hmm. Police issue Smith and Wesson,” I said.
“Here are those cigarettes. Let’s talk about this ice,” He said.
“Tell us about yourself. Why should we trust you?”
“Hold on a minute son. Hey is that an angel? Holy shit it is! Hey honey? What are you doing tonight?”
“Nice try man,” I said.
“I usually get them to at least look at me.”
“That’s all anyone ever wants right?” Joe said.
“You some kind of smart ass?” He moved his hand to the gun.
“No, no, he’s just my retarded little brother. Ignore him,” David said.
“Ok, so long as he’s retarded. How come you guys aren’t out with chicks tonight?”
“Haven’t found any. Weren’t really looking. Just having a good time,” I said.
“I can help you with that.”
“Naw that’s okay copper. Thanks for the cigarettes though,” Carr said.
He stood there confused. Standing on the corner, staring at us as we walked down the block towards the subway. We stopped when we heard the crazy music coming from the church across the street. We walked over and inside, surrounded by black faces. We were white men in a foreign land, but no one noticed. Everyone was singing and laughing, dancing and jumping over the pews. Black women sang like raucous whistles with more soul than an angel ever could. The collection plate was overflowing. These people were giving and giving. We did too until our pockets were empty. We began stomping our feet, unleashing those dinosaurs while that funky organ played. “Play!” “Play!” we screamed, our words echoing and getting lost in the reverberating church noise. Those crazy crimson robes those black faces we were screaming, freeing our fuckin souls in this city of disease and filth. This play-pen cradle covered in a bubble net. I was dancing with David in the aisles screaming hallelujahs. We were free! We were so damn free shooting off our mouths instead of our dicks. No control, shouting at the ceiling, feeling so damn good.

relax son.

2004-12-30T23:12:11Z

woot getting a lap top!

If u just got a cute haircut,and now u feel very concieted about yrself,leave a comment of "I"

2004-12-23T02:40:28Z

Fall 2004

Term GPA 3.310
Principles of Economics
Business Org & Management A-
Financial Accounting A
English Composition I C

Fcuk that fucking english professor! I thought I at least earned a B
Twerking a lot until my school break is over.
Making 9 doll hairs an hour.
I miss some of you nigguhs.
My boss is an idiot.
My Eco 201 better post my grade soon.
Today I saw the same exact model of my car with the license plate PVC 2OY
Party in Ewing tomorrow!

davey_jonez @ 2004-12-18T14:47:00

2004-12-18T19:48:38Z

Jea, time to sleep for a month and catch up with the ole nigguhs.

ALL RIGHT! ! !

2004-12-14T12:06:14Z

Which Family Guy character are you?

hotel motel holiday inn!!!

2004-12-10T05:17:47Z

one more week of this shit until january.
hotel room party for new years.
i got a room.
you can come.
just bring girls and/or liqs so it isn't a sausage fest.
i think want to become a vegetarian.

Happy Channukah! ! !

2004-12-07T23:56:27Z

Pixies rock.
School is almost over.
I hate my jerb.
I have a 88 test average in Acc 101 and a 81 in Bus 101.
I wanna move out to gorges in the spring, but my folks are jerks.
I miss certain people.
We will see what happens.

davey_jonez @ 2004-12-03T11:38:00

2004-12-03T16:39:07Z

stupid holiday. It's making me broke.

Why are you doing this? I love you.

2004-12-02T04:22:21Z

I can't believe you drank last night with other boys present in the room! I care about you way too much miss. It hurts me to love you and to love you hurts me. It's just so hard not to be in the same school as you, man I wish I was still in high school, where this drama is frequent. It’s just so hard to be with you, but it’s impossible to be without you. So what if I kissed my best friends sister, I still love you. Please don’t do this to me! ! ! I Love you </3 </3 There. This is how ridiculous some of you are.

Whine. Whine. Bitch. Bitch. No sleep for David makes him a dull boy

2004-11-26T05:04:57Z

you think it sucks a lot to be you? don't you?

Bored as Hail

2004-11-23T20:18:41Z

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
01. David
02. Dave!!!!!
03. PVC80Y

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
01. Davey N Jonez
02. Toknwhiteguy517
03. Nofxfan142

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
01. i lost 45 pounds
02. umm
03. damn thats it

THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
01. i am too short
02. the lack of seperation between my foot and leg
03. i don't pay attention all the time

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
01. russian
02. polish
03. hungarian

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND:
01. most girls
02. my family
03. andy

THREE THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:
01. girls with british accents
02. girls that wont grow up
03. andy, sometimes

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
01. the thought of not gradutating MCC
02. death
03. if im not successful in life

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
01. gum
02. my necklace
03. a crossword puzzle

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
01. jeans that are too baggy
02. mike steinbachs shirt
03. glasses

THREE THINGS ON YOUR DESK:
01. modem
02. my phone
03. my wallet

THREE THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST:
01. daaaaaa
02. arrgghhh
03. fuck you andy

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS AT THE MOMENT:
01. placebo
02. interpol
03. pixies

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITES SONGS AT THE MOMENT:
01. ashtray girl
02. vamos
03. evil

THREE PEOPLE YOU SPEND THE MOST TIME WITH:
01. stacey
02. andy, for now or chinzo
03. de

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR CLOSE FRIENDS:
01. they're assholes
02. they're fun
03. we all get eachother

THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
01. nice eyes
02. great personality
03. short

THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:
01. slam dunk
02. drive drunk
03. eat a lot

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
01. playing poker
02. watching the simpsons
03. running

THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW:
01. more money
02. stacey hehe
03. out of this house

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
01. idk
02. somewhere in business
03.

THREE PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:
01. vegas when i am 21
02. boston
03. atlantic city

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
01. kill andy
02. meet someone
03. have kids

davey_jonez @ 2004-11-23T09:42:00

2004-11-23T15:39:19Z

how can you not do great at this place?

Hey Dirt-ay, babi I got your money

2004-11-15T03:12:05Z

Damn ODB died..

INTERPOL

2004-11-09T15:05:57Z

Thank g*d we knew about the little town Transylvania, or we would still be circling Trenton at the moment, ha. Thank you for these ridiculous adventures. YR great.

LIST

2004-11-05T14:15:42Z

You two are the whackest niggaz on the planet, also that one guy and plus that one girl.

hah cheesy

2004-10-21T05:06:08Z

i hope you never pay yr tab.

If it was raining out, me and dione would be dead.

2004-10-10T05:33:39Z

Deer must have insomnia or be suicidal to stand in the middle of the road at 1:20 in the morning.

Halloweenie!!!!

2004-10-09T18:29:56Z

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
Davey_Jonez goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as a Priate.
andocommando gives you 13 pink cola-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
art_making_art gives you 16 teal watermelon-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
depressedsorz gives you 15 dark blue grape-flavoured miniature candy bars.
exceed_orbit gives you 14 blue spearmint-flavoured gumdrops.
lemon_lies tricks you! You lose 5 pieces of candy!
maeistrom tricks you! You lose 23 pieces of candy!
mr_jim_deal gives you 19 light orange vanilla-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
your_zero gives you 11 light orange grapefruit-flavoured gummy bears.
Davey_Jonez ends up with 60 pieces of candy.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Ugh....

2004-10-05T22:41:35Z

My dumb aunt for mayor:

http://www.claraformayor.com/index.html

DAVE! Stop Procrastinating

2004-10-05T18:48:31Z

"I'll never post in my sister xanga, and she'll never

post in mine. The WAY it should be. You losers."

The ghey picture stands! ! !

2004-10-05T01:50:30Z

We're going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes
I'm going to hit you on the face
I'm going to punch you in your glasses
I'm wearing myself a T-shirt that says
"The world is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump dust and our hair's all grey
And I just got a message that said
"Yeah, hell has frozen over."
I got a phone call from the Lord saying,
"Hey boy, get a sweater, right now!"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?

she can read

2004-10-01T11:45:06Z

you are looking to fight everyone...