||[Jul. 11th, 2008|07:34 pm]
Hola amigos, Who's your daddy? I know it's been a while since I rapped at ya, but theres been no end on troubles in Miller town. My car has been making this squeeky sound from the timing belt. I went to my local Auto store and bought some belt conditioner along with a new gas cap. The belt conditioner has made things worse and the gas cap is working like a charm. Long story short. Always remember to screw your gas cap on before taking off and leaving it in on your car roof. |
My job is for sure cramping on my style. So yesterday I had to call off because I was out of gas and could not peddle to work. 1 of my 2 boss's was all like " You can't do that." or "Ill fire you, maybe you should cut back on smoking and you could afford to get work." I swear I wanted to grad him by the ear and twist his fucking head off. If I wanted a womens advice I would totally ask my wife, Dick.
The long and short of it is that I got no cash, and I haven't for some time now, and it's gettin' me a bit tensed out. I've had to pass up my usual smooth brew, Miller high life, and go for the Red, White and Blue. I haven't even had any weed to call my own in two weeks, and I'm jonesin' for a toke right about now. Hell, I've even had to limit my cruising to three days a week to save on gas. I don't know if I can take any more of these indignities.
I need to catch up on my Tv watching with a couple of bud's if you catch my drift. Nothing like 6 reeruns of cops, Most shocking, and Most Daring. Fuck really I don't have much more to say. I hear of a party at Llyod's tonights. I might be out.