haha...come on

if i wanted to hear some skirt take stabs in the dark about business matters, i'd ask my wife to tell me about the sandwich market.

i only love two things:

i let the nine chop audibly...then strangely - look peripherally over my shooting shoulder to check my "six" with an uneasy feeling twisting my eyebrows to a concerned shape.

...they said my Aston Martin was ostentatious after i took the top off and drifted through a feminist protest in Austin, TX.

i whisked up to a funeral in a cake-batter white Telsa with some french model i didn't speak directly to, perched in proper poise on the passenger seat. she rolled down the window as we passed by in an achingly slow creep. "does anyone want some fucking money?" i said, as the model scooped around 14 thousand dollars…

i whisked up to a funeral in a cake-batter white Telsa with some french model i didn't speak directly to, perched in proper poise on the passenger seat. she rolled down the window as we passed by in an achingly slow creep. "does anyone want some fucking money?" i said, as the model scooped around 14 thousand dollars…

yes - thank you.

Kerry i love your comments i think they are small works of art ...

thanks, it's good to be home.

the undercover agent yanked up my Italian cuffs and saw for himself that i could afford my own bracelets. the lunar rays glittered strong in the diamond cuts and mesmerized the agent. i turned to face him - his mouth agape and pupils wide with bewilderment. i pulled a crisp thicket of banded euros from my lapel pocket…

neon frost glowing at the edges of my cinder block motel room window. i craned my neck to see the pink sign just outside my window blinking and flickering depressingly. an old tube television strained a picture out through static lines, as i sat at a small table next to the window and sucked up another white line.

in a moment of actual hallucination, i pressed my palms together and dove into a cool pool of cocaine. swimming about like scrooge mcduck with a wide smile carved across my face, i felt at home floating in the powder pool. suddenly i awoke to find that i had passed out while doing lines in the handicap stall at the…

you have grossly overestimated the shit i give about any of this.

Hey Arthur - how do you feel about a recent online poll putting "counterfeiters" just in front of "molesters of crippled children" on the caliber of human spectrum by over 15k polled?

this ain't sesame streetview, baby - this is real life out here.

are you fucking insane?

just FYI Kerry Kilos calls KC home, and has turned it into the cocaine capital of the central timezone. that being said...KC and surrounding area honestly excluded - Missouri as a state has been a waiting racial powder keg.

50 cent ain't shit - he built his hip hop career trashing rappers that had built their own success, in his music - thereby leaching off their fame to achieve his own. and now he is applying the same business model to some bullshit beats knockoff.

As he strides towards me in his black wingtip oxfords i couldn't help but think to myself 'get your filthy hands off my 'Peruvian Opal' paint'. When he reached my side he softly said to me " you look like a nice guy, i'll cut you a deal, $500 under the MSRP and its yours". "No deal" i swiftly replied, "How about you…