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'suburb' means rank weed. used in a sentence: 'what the dilly-o mutherfuker? you layin some suburb on me when i axed for chronic.'

i seen this on nerve.com and was laughing enough to want to share: http://www.nerve.com/regulars/quickies/sexadvicefrom/cowboys/ 'What's a no-fail seduction line?' 'Tell 'em you got a big truck and a big dick.' f-in classic.

so. now it is january. bianca is in cabo san lucas. jared is probably there too. rob is on his way to costa rica (should be off of el salvador). that boat is in the state of nayrit (bitchin fukin place too). and i am here. and i am cold. and this fukin place smells a little moldy. at least i get to climb some. summer can not come fast enough for me. hope you all enjoyed the little slide show.

this was my ride into southern mexico. job title: 'boat nigga'. the owner works hard so guys like me can take care of his boat. i usually work 12 to 20 hours each day doing shit when on board. but this trip was pretty leisurely so i got to sleep almost every night. water temp: 84. fukin a we are not in puget sound. and it sure aint bristol bay

aint bianca a cutie? she was scared of the little fish.

this is rob in the back of lennys mercury. rob starts his day with coffee and vicodin. you know: for 'pain'. he ends his day with anejo and coke. mostly anejo. you know: for 'pleasure'. he gave me a couple vicodin one day and i had a hard time walking straight for a while. rob pretty much kicks ass as a guy to go fishing with.

in zihuatanejo harbor they hang a lot of sailfish as 'trophies'. sailfish are called 'pez vela' but we call em 'pez verga'. hahahahaha. they are not like what you would call strong fighters usually. but they can go ape shit when ya grab their skinny bill to get the hook out. and with their whippy thin bodies they got pretty good reach into the cockpit. i almost got speared three times on the december trip. we released all the billfish we hooked up. fukin sailfish taste like catfood. and i know this cause i have eaten both. i even ate some in tacos under the palapas in the background of the picture below. sailfish tacos. advertised as 'fish'. the cook only copped to it when confronted. here are some locals with yet another sacrifice

really? wtf? aluminum is about as light as titanium.

i got skunked on the pez gallo. but i got a jack trevally. which is nice.

this is jared from kona with his first ever rooster fish. fukin a. dude has wired 1000+ lb blue marlin and handlined 300+ lb ahi but still has the stoke for the new species. hell ya. we are somewhere along the coast of the state of jalisco. it was really warm that day. the chop laid down nice in the afternoon.

then you'll have to check out her new tattoo: 6 inch high wings on her back. bianca has a mom who is 38 yrs old. kina feels wrong to mess with bianca. but you know. whatever. btw: she has issues. surprise!

this is bianca. and the first fish she ever caught. a wavyline grunt. we are anchored in the outer harbor of cabo right off 'the office'. bianca works at mermaids. she has talent.

who ya think? shee-it. skin pigmentation was inbred outta my family vine long time ago. i fukin burn at night. i tan like a marshmallow over the fire: white turns to toasty brown immediately followed by eruption into flames and drips of gooey ooze.

fukin a. here is a shot of cruisin in the mercury with lenny and ricardo through ixtapa last month. it was like 90 feakin degrees. check the quilted headliner and bling on the rearview mirror. we were thumping the eminem shizzle like real gangstas

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guns dont kill people. it is the dispersement of the kinetic energy of the bullet penetrating the victims body that kills people.

werd. good on ya. i am out the door to go lift heavy shit up then put it back down. helps me sleep at night. i just hope i can avoid morons for the rest of the day. laate

i sense some unreleased tension. some restrained hostility. let it go baby.

i had to return the modem to get the cable shizzle turned off. said i would have to wait 1/2 hour to return the modem. f-in veins started to throb on my forehead. words were said. i had to leave before i attempted to insert the modem in the receptionists receptical.

i aint really sure how the season affect me. but i swear it is making everybody else act like jerks (that is a pc kina term for 'fukers'). i almost went postal at the comcast place the other day while returning the cable modem.

freeclimb9s go zaps shizzle. www.gozaps.com

you aint ever spent much time in jail have you? i wouldnt wish that shit on most people bad or not.

i try to avoid fondling loaded weapons while filled with feelings of self loathing brought on by seasonal affective disorder. sleeping for more than 10 hours per day is NOT a good thing. starting the day with a tumbler of old grandad or a jug of olde800 aint positive. adrenaline is good though. a little urban mischief can help. buildering. span jumps. train hopping. tagging. arson. you know. the usual shizzle.

check the outside magazine dog and pony show.

stupid shizzle to start the day: Straight outta Compton crazy motherfucker named bin laden From the gang called al qaida When I'm called off I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off You too boy if ya fuck with me That pansy ass gw is gonna hafta come and get me Off yo ass that's how I'm goin out For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out sand Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo Goin off on a motherfucker like that with a gat that's pointed at yo ass So give it up smooth Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin with a crime record bigga than Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool or a loaded passenger jet yo Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly that I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck Coz bin laden is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta babylon Yo saddam Whassup? Tell em where you from! Straight outta babylon, another crazy sand nigga More kurds I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this But the pussy ass coalition troops don't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jackin the crops Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin' And when illegally armed it's called 'packin' Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, slut, you're composed to a crazy muthafucker from tikrit Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit saddam controls the automatic For any dumb muthafucker that starts static Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself every time I pull a AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law yo yo fukin american bitches I'm raw See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin that's takin place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip but a nigga like saddam is on a gangsta tip Straight outta babylon Straight outta babylon...