Mid-Week Shake Down

Alright so here it is, a quick post from me, from somewhere you don't care about. The only thing you care about is these few things:

1) Are you having Fun?
Answer: Yes

2) Anything crazy happening?
Answer: It's always happening. You know how it is when you're on the B.a.D squad.

3) Have you been representing?
Answer: And how!

Exhibit A:


Also I thought it would be important if I mentioned that this blog may be getting a little more intense now that B.a.D is letting loose on the "team" apparently we are getting the go ahead on being a little more wild around here.

So when you log on to this website don't be suprised if this pops up...


Brief Q&A with Mizzle:

Q: How much does Columbus suck?
A: Not at all, but I only see the nice parts of the city. They don't let us "touristy" people leave the safety of police patrolled streets.

Q: Can you buy me some guns?
A: Yes, can you bail me outta jail when I try to bring it through the airport?

Q: When will you be back in Cow Town?
A: Why do you care? As long as I'm putting up a post with some dirt from time to time you couldn't care if I was in Africa. Do you think there's no internet where I'm going? It's the states! Not only that, as long as B.a.D's alive, this blog is alive. And last I checked people don't die from waxing their kid making cargo, so I think we're gonna be alright!

Sorry B.a.D I just had to let that one resurface. You know I'd like to try it with you, but I don't think KAT would be too fond of 2 change purses dangling when she took half a bottle of Vodka to stomache 1.

Oh, and while I'm not on any related topic, and I'm really just going on a rant, I'd like to say thanks to Stephanie (I don't care if that's how she spells her name, she's lucky she's been mentioned by me, never mind the burnt brain power it took to remember her name). Ok ok ok, let's paint a picture...

Picture this... the drunkest most messed up drooling, spitting, farting, smelling, walking death bag of hell, with the look of an old catchers mit mixed with a warn out leather hand bag at the ripe age of 20! (Seriously, this thing looked like my batter basket after sleeping in a hot tub for 12 hours.) Stumbling around you and some friends talking smack to anyone who's listening and grinding with whatever (waitress, chair, urinal) it could find. Now picture this trying to exist in the same room as you, and you not getting sick to your stomache because you can actually feel yourself getting drunker just breathing the same air as her.

Can you picture it? Now multiply that by 100 and puke on it... that was this real classy lady we bumped into last weekend.

I actually thought I was going to get hit by lightning, because after her, I had officially seen everything.

So for some reason I feel it is appropriate to apologize to Ashley, Britt, Jaybie and Blair. For some reason, I feel like it was my duty in life to end the existance of evil right then and there, but I was so shaken up that I didn't answer the call and instead I took on a religion until it was over.

Side Note: I went to a Blue Jackets game vs the Sharks (that's hockey for some of you) it was awesome to see someone other then the Flames play... however I'd rather see the Flames play any day of the year. While I was sitting in an obviously "new to the game" crowd. I was listening to some questions. This is what I heard...

"Are these guys all Canadians?"
"Do they let girls play?"
"How many bluelines do they need in this game?"
"Is this team like those olympic ones?"

I'm serious, it was that hard for me to sit there, and be silent... I think I may have just slipped into a coma for the most part of the game.

Well, I hope I gave you something to waste your time on while you were in class or at work.

Good luck to my friends who have tests coming up. I'd hate to be you.

And I'll see you soon my friends in C-town, I'm comin home soon.

B.a.D... Shield? Thinkin Friday? Maybe some shopping so I have food for the weekend?

B.a.D... I'm in Austin next week. Don't emberass me again.

Q: Mizzle don't you have B.a.D's email and phone number?
A: Isn't that what this livejournal is all about? Prying into B.a.D's personal life and finding humour out of it?

Mizzle



B.a.D Sez:

You know, Mizzle, we're actually kinda lucky that Steph came along. Because I honestly don't think we've ever successfully just frickin' buried someone as successfully as I did in my last post, and as well as you did in this one.

Also, Shield is Saturday. Not Friday. And Mizzle, if I can't remember what day of the week it is when I get up in the morning, (all I know is it's a day where I'm at work by 7 AM straight through school 'till 9 PM) I'll be damned if I'm going to remember what state your currently banging whores in.

And yes folks, Mizzle touched on it, B.a.D LiveJournal is goin' uncensored. It was one thing when it was just me, now it's me and another person, and hopefully soon to be one more. So there's no way I'm going to be going through the headache of censoring anyone besides myself. So now you get to watch us fuck people up uncensored. And I can say that now, because we're uncensored!

See ya in the airport holding cell, Hermano!

To the rest of you, I'll see you at the prayer services at 9:00 and 10:30.

Fuckin' B.a.D