Looks like my sack when I go to burning man.

I stopped wondering why I even click on any links related to this fucking piece of shit .... Now I just punch myself in the dick and degrade myself.

This aint even thoughtful rap bruh... shit is a money driven industry... more tracks, more records, more videos...means more money for execs and businesses... radio play man...

And this people, is why commercial rap is shit.

going to avoid that as much as possible... especially after the fights that night. However, I did realize that my hotel is the hotel for the athletes that night... so I am sure the lobby will be flooded with people trying to get a glimpse of the athletes... great.

I planned a trip to Vegas the same weekend as UFC 200, not intentionally, just happened. My mission is to stay away from the Brotastic adventures I am sure to see along the way... On a similar note, stock in rhinestones, tapout shirts, embroidered jeans, gel, and affliction gear has all risen by 20%.

I am actually pretty shocked that girly groups like this still exist... boy bands too... I thought shit like this died in the late 2000's? Jesus im old.

The Nike self lacing shoes, required.

Vin could talk about whatever the fuck he wants... Muffin Tins, Clam Chowder, Roast Beef Sammichs, Curtains, Bushes... doesn’t matter, you sit down, shut up and learn something from this god among men.

You must be talking about the Circut City stand off... I lived right around the corner. Terrible situation. Even the backlash after the stand off was horrible.

I really have alot of questions, but dont want to get too awkward. For another time I guess.

I prefer making up a bunch of bullshit stories about dead relatives, business trips, diseases...etc... makes it more exciting.

Best tactic I ever used was the ol “gut feeling”... got into two positions that I should have used the ol gut to pass on, but due to financial blunders, had to pretty much take them. Ill always trust my gut from now on. Unless I eat a burrito before an interview, then I may be screwing myself out of a kick ass job.

Ow...

I will be in Vegas this weekend... not at the fight, but can only imagine how crazy this town is going to be. Oh my...and the shmorgishborg of women ... tee hee.

I just recently got bamboozled... I think her photos were about 4 years ago... hair was totally different, and lets say, she put on a few lbs. Not fair man... not cool.

I got into the backyard last weekend and went ape shit... hacking bushes, trimming, pulling weeks, moving dirt, blowing debris, sucking debris, I might as well have rubbed my face in it... several hours later I could literally feel the swelling in my passages... i could feel them as they grew and shut off my…

It’s like a grand slam in baseball. The hail mary of “hand egg ball”, the alley-oop of basketball... only lame and dumb. #SoccerMomsAgree

yeah, I got a couple of those retired neighbors too... lawn looks like the fucking fringe fairway of Augusta... he cuts his fucking lawn diagonal criss cross... Really?

I have a trip already booked to be in Vegas for this fight.. I even bought an Ireland flag to drape upon myself as I walk the streets of Vegas in a alcohol induced coma. Now who am I going to support Connor? Hunh?