Three Pimps and a Crack Whore

A few random things.

I just downloaded like two hours worth of salsa music. I listen to it. It makes me want to dance like a seniorita. Latino heat!

I bought a Gamecube last night along with a memory card and a copy of Rogue Leader, and I took home a copy of Resident Evil. All of it cost me $26. One of the perks of working at a video game store. Anyways, I'm hooked on RE, it's the most visually and... whats the word for sound... anyway... it looks and sounds awesome. It's the most stunning game I have ever seen. So much so that I had to quit playing. I noticed that about 45 minutes into it, my hands were sweaty. Not the normal video game controller hand sweaty, but more like a cold sweaty. And then I noticed that I was very very tense. I have never had a game hold me in so much suspense before. The music is something our of a movie, and like you walk into a room, and there is that one high pitched violin note going that automatically warns your subconscious that something is right about to kick your ass. The music is awesome. The game is awesome. But I have to give it back soon. But someday, it will be mine.

damn it feels good to be Joseph : Posted @ 10:52 AM

I'm an American badass, watch me kick, you can roll with rock or you can s<radio edit>.

damn it feels good to be Joseph : Posted @ 10:41 AM

it's ok. :-)

damn it feels good to be Anonymous : Posted @ 8:19 AM

So, I'm a freakin moron... after writing my blog about how I accidentally posted blogs her instead of somewhere else, I did it again... LOL.. lets all laugh at me together now... on the count of three... one... ... two... ... DAMNIT I SAID THREE!!!

-Jon

damn it feels good to be jon jon : Posted @ 12:33 AM

For those of you who checked this page and noticed that I had three really long-ass posts here that didn't belong here... I appologize... if you don't know what I'm talking about, move along, nothing to see here.

-Jon

damn it feels good to be jon jon : Posted @ 2:29 AM

That's one long freakin riddle... or was it more than one? I tried to read it all, but (besides the fact that I'm going blind) I'm drunk, and tired.. and these things do not add up to make for reading a long freaking riddle... I'll read it later.

Shit. Now I started with the hick-up's... damnit... damnit, damnit....

-Jon

damn it feels good to be jon jon : Posted @ 3:50 AM

Riddle Me This.....

We are little creatures;
all of us have different features.
One of us in glass is set;
one of us you'll find in jet.
Another you may see in tin,
and the fourth is boxed within .
If the fifth you should pursue,
it can never fly from you.
What are we?

Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black, blue and grey,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.

My first is a number, my second another,
And each, I assure you, will rhyme with the other.
My first you will find is one-fifth of my second,
And truly my whole a long period reckoned.
Yet my first and my second (nay, think not I cozen),
When added together will make but two dozen.
How many am I?

'Twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,
An echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder.
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth, and awaits him in death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health,
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on the prodigal heir.
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned.
Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.
'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make it acutely and instantly hear.
Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower,
Ah... breathe on it softly, - it dies in an hour.

Name one eight letter word that has kst in the middle,
in the beginning, and at the end.

Think of words ending in -GRY.
Angry and hungry are two of them. There are only three words in the
English language. What is the third word? The word is something that
everyone uses every day. If you have listened carefully, I have already
told you what it is.

Pull me out and scratch my head;
what once was red is black instead.

The wise and knowledgeable man is sure of it.
Even the fool knows it.
The rich man wants it.
The greatest of heroes fears it.
Yet the lowliest of cowards would die for it.

Two sisters are we, one dark and one fair.
In twin towers dwelling, we're quite the pair.
One from the land, and one from the sea.
Tell us truly, who are we?

What is no sooner spoken than broken.

damn it feels good to be Joseph : Posted @ 2:13 PM

Chuckie: Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way. In twenty years, if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house to watch the Patriots games, still workin' construction, I'll f---n' kill you. That's not a threat. Now, that's a fact. I'll f---n' kill you.

Will: What the f--- are you talkin' about?

Chuckie: Look, you got somethin' that none of us--

Will: Oh, come on! Why is it always this, I mean, I f---n' owe it to myself--

Chuckie: Oh, f--- you. You don't owe it to yourself. You owe it to me. 'Cause tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty and I'll still be doing this s---. And that's all right, that's fine. I mean, you're sittin' on a winning lottery ticket and you're too much of a pussy to cash it in. And that's bulls--- 'cause I'd do anything to f---n' have what you got! So would any of these f---n' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in twenty years. Hanging around here is a f---n' waste of your time.

Will: You don't know that.

Chuckie: I don't?

Will: No. You don't know that.

Chuckie: Oh, I don't know that. Let me tell you what I do know. Every day I come by to pick you up. And we go out we have a few drinks, and a few laughs and it's great. But you know what the best part of my day is? It's for about ten seconds from when I pull up to the curb to when I get to your door. Because I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there. No goodbye, no see you later, no nothin'. Just left. I don't know much, but I know that.

damn it feels good to be Anonymous : Posted @ 1:28 PM

I have the book to Attack of the Clones. I read it last night. I know how the movie ends.

damn it feels good to be Joseph : Posted @ 4:15 PM