I wish i could have something to say wich would be funny or uplifting to this here reader... but miracles aren't born from such a brain as mine... all i can offer is this peaceful font color and the view of me kicking my stick during a nollie...
i should really be making the pictures a little smaller... what the f@ck... i got all the space i need b1tch3s... get scrollin... whilst eric was doin an airwalk offa a curb for sidewalk i was checkin out these water damage marks on the wall... thought i'd give it a front nose slide on my way out... 
If i see someting... and i like that something that i see... well i just have to go get that something i like to see... good job her dad was at home watchin stenders and her boyfriend was non-existant... other wise the night might gone a little different... even though i came away with no name, number or kiss good night... least every one now gets to see abit of tit...
Nizzle shnizzle 270 shvizzle out on the rizzle with the bizzle skizzle above my hizzle you gizzle...
We were just on our way to aunt bethols ''relax and get a wax parlour''... (well when i say we... i actually mean me and jon... thats him in the background tryin to film)... when we stumbled on these massive sheats of rice paper out back of uncle pete's ''serving kids till the early morning with sugery sweets'' so i pumped up my reebok knee caps and backside tail sild it for the crack lark... (if you look closely down at the bottom... you can even see where a little mouse and his family have had a chew)...
PEEEYOOOOW... is it a bird... is it a plane... no it's me doin a big fat chunky hippo sized nollie heel skip...
i never ever ever ever ever... (can't stress enough on the ever)... leave home with out these three items... i know it might look a little silly but they've been every where with me... take em to sunday school and my wednesday swimming lessons... i even took em with me to ride the donkeys down at western super-mare... oh the joyfull days of adventure and travel...
WEH HEY... WHAT YOU AD... WHERE'S BE BEAK... GET MEH... NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK SMILE SMILE... KNOW WHAT I MEAN KNOW WHAT I MEAN...IT'S ALL THE SAME TO A BLIND BAT...
just on my way to the bog to go pull down my socks and blow my ass... fancy joining me on my morris dancin march... switch bell jingle...
Oh well... i'm not really one for putting on to much make up for a first date... but i can't take all the credit... i had a few cool tips from some friends...
I don't know how to go about tellin you of this next little subject i have chosen to bring up... i'd personly like to keep it under wraps... but mummy says that bringing problems out into the opens can ease my hidden feelings... well... i have 2 thumbs and 8 fingers like every one else... apart from them carpenter teachers you see at school with sets of stubbies cause they were to busy checkin out the little girls and not watchin what they were doing... anyways... my index finger upon my left hand has had this urge since i was about the age of 12 to poked slices of cucmber into my own eye... don't ask i'm just explaining... and then on my right hand, my fore finger is gay... i know this cause i can feel the battyness of him... and on numerous mornings i have woken up with it stuck up my bum... well this is a simple way i ease my fetish's of the fingers...
