I couldn't decide which picture I should begin this post with. Finally I decided on this one, but I promise U I put way more thought N2 it than a healthy person really should have.

Both of these pictures are nice, but they really lack the kind of shock value I think the people who read this blog have come 2 expect from me...

The kinds of images U really can't even find anywhere else (Why would U want 2?) are the kinds of images I am talking about. Shit that just BLOWS Ur mind when U see it...

Maybe next time...

that really fucking SUCKED!!!

I happened 2 come across that last blog entry the other day, and I have 2 tell U I was quite unimpressed. It was niether entertaining nor informative. It was like a Mad TV sketch...a fairly good idea that never quite developed N2 anything funny. But, 4 whatever reason, I didn't notice how fucking lame it was until yesterday.

Which is why I have decided 2 post another blog on a website I had pretty

much decided I wasn't going 2 be blogging on

anymore. I had really given up on Blogger since no one ever fucking sees any of it anyway! I was going 2 peddle

my wares elsewhere in my neverending quest 4 an audience. But something had 2 be done.

I'm not really certain how I got from "I need 2 post a new blog" 2 "I need 2 post a new blog that's packed full of fat chicks", but here we are nonetheless. I think that maybe the point I was trying 2 make was that I would rather spend the day looking at these lovely ladies than I would looking at an unfinished, unfunny half-assed job.

SO THERE!

What have we learned about dealing with Marcus?

So, my boy Marcus hooked me up with a robot yesterday, and this nigga hooked me up with the laziest fucking robot ever made. First of all, it comes out and starts going in a little four by four square, vacuuming its ass off, right? It wuz acting like the room wuz the size of the box it just came out of or some shit. Then the robot's all...

I'm tired

Man, fuck that, robot! U better vacuum this shit!

U want me 2 vacuum all that? Man, I ain't trying 2 do all that. I'll do one, maybe two rooms if U feel like putting that piece that came in the box with me down, but Ur fixing 2 lose that shit anyways, so I ain't trippin. I'll hook U up in this room, though.

Well, start vacuuming then!

See, that's what I'm trying 2 tell U is I'm tired right now! I need 2 chill at the home base 4 like 15, maybe 16 hours and recharge, U feel me? Why don't U get with me 2morrow and I'll hook U up. Don't trip...I got U.