CSissy

I am playing Counter Strike, and i am getting good at it. I personally think its a piece of shit of a game, but theres a reason. I'd rather play quake 3 or quake 4 or crysis, where the men have more hair on their chests, and bigger balls. not to mention some kick ass weapons too. do you want to be playing with rifles and AK's all your life? AKs are for kids and Paki terrorists. I like laser blasters plasma guns and rocket launchers. you don't have that on Counter Strike. well then why the fuck is such a manly man playing such a sissy game i hear you asking. well theres is this fat yellow turd that needs to be told it stinks. right from bangalore to mumbai, and soon from delhi to mumbai. I need to frag his ass and delete the game thats eating a precious gigabyte on my hard drive that could have been put to better use, like dirty pics of lisa ray. ( dont worry she got cured from her cancer or whatever so its no longer offensive because she aint dying (and she is still sexy as fuck(i dont know what that means but just get it.)))
so this fat potty-piece thinks he smart. well hes what you get when you put shades on a pile of shit. a cool pile of shit. Not! (The only way a turd can be cool is by not letting itself get flushed down the toilet). and when i beat him and beat him i will, i will smoke another cigarette, and have him hold the ash tray. benevolent? i know, but real men always are.

money is a funny thing. its almost magical you see. i tell this from personal experience. money makes you feel able. money in account amounts to the shit you can do, the things you can make people do for you. I feel more capable with money than any amount of strength in my arms. you could go "dance motherfucker" and they would. you could ask the cab wallah to ride all night long and he would. you can even order refills of Jack D you know, even though you're not american or any such shit.
money does shit. all shit.

money money be my honey
money money say you'll be mine
money money i'll be your bunny
money money you make me feel so fine

money money i want you
money money they want you too
money money where are you going to be?
money money cant you see
money money i need you
money money but they need you too
money money come to me
money money money money.


and to think i was going to tell you about what i understood of money, technically. that aint happening not on this blog. not so long as theres JD in this world. not so long as i can afford it.

nothing troubles me more than the past. not the fact that it was bad, but it was better than it could ever have been.