Mizzle Sez

Well somebody asked for it and they are damn right that this kind of a post (read Mob Crazy) needs it. Even though I swore up and down I was out, done, finished, caput. But I figured I might give it the ol' college try and see how many heads I can spin. Or pants I could shit... not mine of course, I'm referring to yours as you turn on the local badlivejournal to find a suprise post not in flaming comment format.

First of all: "it's got to be better than anything Mizzle or Katastrophe has posted on the site in the last 6 months, right?"

Wrong...

WRONG.

We discused in great detail many moons ago that I wasn't posting anymore since I was getting sick of the dick weed convention that was my creepy stalking following. And the fact that I just didn't feel like I had it in me anymore... like the guy from the Gatorade commercial... except my sweat isn't blue, or yellow. Anyway yeah, don't pull me out in the crowd and say how I havn't posted like I'm that blogger to steal on...

And then: "Except for Mizzle's comments... I still mark out for those so bad that he's got to be close to a restraining order". I'm not sure where you are going with this, but I do understand that my way or the highway is a common joke used to complain about me behind my back... maybe we're missing eachother here... but I take it as a HUGE compliment. Phone calls from the police are your way of showing how special I am to you.

And of Course: The walmart people. I think I heard something about this once, but I can't say that I really was hooked on the story. I guess that it just seemed like a bunch of bs to me. Not that I think woman are less than or any of that stuff. I just think that if life is shitting on you *hence you work at wal-mart* then wipe your ass and get your resume out there. Maybe if you can't get promoted in wal-mart you should try the buckaroo dollarstore or whatever those places are. And I don't mean this to the lady folk, I mean all of you who are stuck in what you have heard referred to as a rut. Where the hell am I going with this.

Anyway: I planned one of my trips to the b.a.d cave so poorly that his mom saw me and recognized me, and immediately guilt tripped me for not writing in here... so here it is mom2. Are you happy now?

Which reminds me: Don't you go expecting this daily. I just found myself with nothing to do and so here it is.

The Van: B.a.D that was my van I was just on my way to check on my summer home down by the river. Thought I'd stop by but your mom was shoveling snow and I wasn't prepared to take a shit storm from oz.

B.a.D prayer: Good on you, but remember what I told you whilst we were pumping iron. Me and the big guy have a mutual understanding. He stays out of my business I stay out of his.

Re: HUGE comment: Very nice of you to say the things you do about B.a.D. And nice to see not a flame fest from some homo with an affinity for the cock.

Prison Break: Watch it.

And that's what Mizzle sez...