To Obese or Not To Obese
I don’t think being a fatty is a bad thing.
I’ll be honest…I am one too.
I don’t think its a fucking “epidemic.” Thank you CDC. If anything…it is a measure of your sense of humor. The fatter you are…the funnier you are. And I like to think I am moderately funny.
I also blame my shitty metabolism, as people who work out with me will know. I have the stamina of a bull, while looking like a fucking bull.
Actually…I don’t know if that metaphor works…I don’t know if bulls have good stamina. I know Asian people eat bull penis as a natural Viagra, but people will eat weird shit. (Do you know what balut is? I want to eat another one.)
So the question of the day for me is, should I try to lose weight?
-DbL
Drake? Degrassi?!?
So why didn’t anyone tell me Drake was Jimmy Brooks from Degrassi?
I can’t take him seriously anymore.
I mean I never liked “Best I Ever Had” but its even worse now….
Nostalgic Music of the Day: C’mon C’mon
I liked the Von Bondies…I knew a lot of people who didn’t…but c’mon…an asian drummer…surrounded by two hot chicks? I had to get into that too. But I don’t blame Jack White for decking Jason in the face…I would too by just looking at him.
Btw Bondies…when you do come back…use your original name…The Baby Killers…so much better…
Nostalgic Music of the Day: Breakstone’s Cottage Doubles
This song has been stuck in my head for some reason all week. I never liked one twelve. Always felt I was too yellow to listen to R&B, but this song is an exception. When this song and the music video first came out back in ‘01…it didn’t make sense to me. Can you blame me? I was 11 and it came out the same time those Breakstone’s Cottage Doubles with Peaches commercial was on the telly.
They were good, by the way. I still remember how it tastes. Do they still make ‘em anymore? I should look around the next time I go to Stop and Shop.
-DbL
Ghetto Summer
I have not listened to so much R&B, Rap, Hip Hop, Gansta Rap, and any other variety of black music within 2 months than I have this summer. Goddam you, Jay. I’m sorry Carla (that’s my car’s name….get it…CAR-la…and it’s also my ________ :X ). I know you’re getting sick of listening to his pathetic bitching. I know…I’m getting sick of listening to Akon’s Beautiful and the other similar songs. Sorry I let him sit on your hood. I think there’s a dent there now. Fucking fat ass. Yeah…I know…he’s tone deaf. Look what you’ve done Jay! You’re getting Carla sick from your second hand smoke. Sorry about that too…I will never let Brian drive you again. Thank you, though, for not killing me on the way to Niagara and back.
-DbL
ps…
hey ______
tell me where have you been
they’ve been asking
they’ve been searching
they’ve been wondering how you’ve been
