Sorry I haven't posted in so long. But let me tell you, some shit when down, son. Thelma, as it turned out, was shall we say... less than welcoming of my theories regarding a certain group and its tightfisted control over the world's banks. You know, you'd think that in this country the free exchange of ideas is encouraged. What a crock of fucking shit.
So you know what, fuck it. If she can't handle the Mood, that's HER problem. I am what I am, a proud Persian motherfucka who don't take shit from NO ONE, especially some big-nosed bitch with a flat-ass. I live life with ZERO regrets. Carpe per Diem and all that existential shit.
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one. Jay-Z, son. Word.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Hot Date
Oh man I'm so pumped about this hot date I'm going on. I met her down at the Manhole where I was feverishly praying for Allah to smite the various infidels there. Remember guys, Allah has gotten me into more pants than a handful of roofies.
She was totally hot too. Nice miniskirt, fishnets stockings. And she was all into Middle Eastern cultures, so you know I had to get my game on. And she works over at Indian Point, so that's an even bigger bonus! Yeah dude, you know Mahmoud is getting his freak on tonight. You better be ready, Thelma Rosenstein, I'm about to rock your world.
Mahmoud out.
She was totally hot too. Nice miniskirt, fishnets stockings. And she was all into Middle Eastern cultures, so you know I had to get my game on. And she works over at Indian Point, so that's an even bigger bonus! Yeah dude, you know Mahmoud is getting his freak on tonight. You better be ready, Thelma Rosenstein, I'm about to rock your world.
Mahmoud out.
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