time fe bakanal

I've moved.

2006-09-22T14:28:00.000-07:00

Aight. i'v totally messed up this blog so i'm runnin an leav it. lol.

u catch me at http://som-o-dis-som-o-dat.blogspot.com/

peace, luv an soul.

i'm out.

f***ing links!!!!

2006-09-14T09:50:00.000-07:00

OK. I must be dumber than I thought. I've been on blogger almost a year and i still can't figure out how to to do links. I follow the instructions and still the shit aint workin out. there goes my fookin gramma. dats wat dis shit does to me. its fookin infuriatin! HELP!!!

Silly season is over

2006-09-11T09:19:00.000-07:00

Gaawd!!! i tank thee for small mercies. like five years before de nex election...for nites, even tho i dont always utilise dem wisely...i am so tired. my girl has returned to skool so i can choose to sleep wen the nite comes...' course being the idiot dat i am i'll do de opposite.

havent been up to much... now gettin back in stride. feelin de need for a change in jobs tho. happens every 3-4 years. dont wanna get outta de media but i tink iv had enuff of dis place. mebbe i'll head down to de islands. dunno. also feelin de urge to head back to skool. not sure wat to tackle...mebbe econs. or pol...

9/11 again. for some reason de images on tv dont evoke de same anguish and sympathy they did five years ago. america has used up all her goodwill and is runnin in de red. several guyanese died in dat tragedy. RIP.

too hungry to continue. hungry, horny, sleepy. the many moods of men.

I'm out.

It's a dark time my love...

2006-08-13T06:00:00.000-07:00

Bak again. Jeez!!! oona aint waan wuk in de media come elections time. me busy like rass. from one end ah de country to de nex. before bird wife wake up to chinese restaurant closin time me ah wuk wen de day come. not even gettin to stop for a few guinness. lawd...but i did get to down some vodka friday nite. at a wake. a bredren from skool drowned in st. lucia. fucked up...especially since our school is only 20 yrs old and five of the seven ppl who have died did so by drowning. had me blu for days. couldnt even wuk de day i found out. no mo swimmin for me. RIP Randy Brown.

But on de plus side, me gyal com home from cuba... so its all good its all rite, wuk whole day, wuk whole nite. between wuk an me gyal i aint gettin time to blog, party, mek meself an ass mo than usual, hangout...i aint complainin tho.

cuz if ah hook, ah hook...she tie me foot...

besides, wit crime de way it is these dayz, i keepin me rusty-coloured rass indoors. i aint comin outta me house unless is in de line o duty or to resupply at de pharmacy. nat dis lickle red bwoy!!

cuz de gunmen gan astray, rah rah rah...

general and regional elections are 15 days away and it seems as tho there's a plan to sow fear in de ppl ahead of de day.

Tuesday -6.30 p.m - gunmen trade shots wid de police on de east coast, 7.30 p.m - rioting at de georgetown prison. 9.00 p.m gunmen invade a village, kill one, rob several drug dealers, shoot up passing vehicles, 9.30p.m - newspaper printery attacked, six shot, four dead.

Friday 11.00a.m - more than 20 gunmen descend on a town, storm two banks and several businesses, shoot a woman in she back, escape with tens of millions of dollars, police in pursuit.

Saturday - police hold three in connection with the robbery, recover several weapons including an AK 47 stolen from de army.

Sunday 9.00 a.m - police place gunmen in jungle, in hot pursuit.

Wuh nex Jah?

Style over fashion...

2006-07-29T10:04:00.000-07:00

It's funny the tangents i find myself pursuing whenever i sit still...takin a crap, washing clothes, a lapdance...the latest such zoning out happened as i sat down to do away with a humongous (dumbass word) pile of laundry. I couldn't help taking special care with my one pink shirt...yes, pink...white folks would probably say i'm metrosexual...especially when you consider the rest of my wardrobe...hugo boss, rl, nautica, zegna etc. i only mention this to make my point.

anyways, where i did drift to was my seeming unique view of fashion just a mere 12 years ago. I recalled one Emancipation Day (Aug. 1) dressing in cowshit-green, baggy rayon pants and a shirt that was unwillingly white...with red stripes... but that wasnt the kicker (no pun intended)...at that time these military-type boots were the craze. i so badly wanted one. luckily for me my dad was in the army (wait for it) so i borrowed his army issued...glossed like a sapodilla seed licked clean of all flesh. so shiny it looked wet. I stepped forth in the multitudes, dressed to death(!?), feelin like i was the shit. no matter that the boots were size 11s and i wore 7s. not even that the shirt had long given up any pretenses of decency. i was the shit that day!!! it was as i sat scrubbing them dirty drawz (what an earthy image) that i realised why my friends all seemed to have plans that ran counter to mine. no one wanted to lime in the park which is usually the place to be that day. even on the sea walls was out. another very public place. ahhhh...the bliss of ignorance. To this day i cant see a cow without remembering that pants. My teenage years are replete with examples of such sartorial misadventures. Another being my predilection at that time for big pants. i would buy jeans with waists as big as 38...a dozen years and a burgeoning potbelly later i can still fit into a 34. (my long lost girlfreind says i look rosy...is that a good thing?) My unique fashion sense of yesteryear can keep me here for the rest of the day so i think i'm going to put an end this. Does seem somewhat masochistic.

I love that pink shirt.

And the cheez stands alone

2006-07-23T00:43:00.000-07:00

Got a nice buzz goin rite now. several guinness in de system. not sure how many...yeah, that much. For the first time in a long while i had to party alone. u betta beleev it wasn't by choice. was supposed to meet my girl and she frenz. they attended a weddin. i had to wuk. but at 1.30a.m i hear de ppl aint comin no mo. de i man get dread. i start beat de guinness. gon be rass to pay wen i sober up. i gon an sleep it off.

p.s if me boss only kno wat i does b doin at wuk at 3.45 a.m...shhh, dont talk.

Interesting...hmmm

2006-07-21T09:10:00.000-07:00

It has been scientifically proven that if we drink one litre of water each day, at the end of the year we could have absorbed more than one kilo of Escherichia Coli Bacteria found in water that contains faeces. In other words, we are consuming one kilo of shite. However, we do not run that risk when drinking rum, gin, whiskey, beer, wine or other liquors because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermentation. It is therefore my duty to communicate to all of you people who are drinking water to stop doing so. It has been scientifically proven that it is unhealthy for you.

It is better to drink alcohol and talk shit than to drink water and be full of it.

lol.

It's me again

2006-07-08T00:48:00.000-07:00

It's 3.45 am an im feelin good. got a nice high goin. not one o those barf on yo shoes kinds. this was strictly a guys nite out. not intentionally mind you. those are usually the worse kinda nites for me. i crave constant female attention. mebbe i wasnt breast fed enuff. anyways...so happened that about 8 of us end up in da club wit no female company and actually enjoyed it. there was the assorted ribbing about who's got the most women with everyone tryin to be coy an pretendin that he's pretendin he aint got a lotta women. i kno i got one but i was in da thick of things. ah well...some men will do anyting jus for a hint of punnany notoriety. everybody wanna be known as a cocksman. its funnu tho...i luv sex but for som reason being known as a don juan neva appealed to me...even before i hooked up wit my girl. mebbe it was the caliber of girls that are attracted to me. i'm like a poor man's denzel (think i red somn like dat somewhere). i seem to attract only ladies in the lower middle income bracket. clerks, law students on scholarships, administrative professionals (secretaries) receptionists etc. in contrast my ex's read like this: a lawyer, an asst. professor, a bank manager, a dentist...u get da picture. somewhere in da back of my mind somn is sayin this doesn't speak well of me but u kno wat...fuck it. i hav a great girl now. studyin to be a doctor. ah well...where da fuck was i... so it was a boys nite out. hada lotta stouts, that i can remember clearly. as to why we were without women, its a mystery. the club was teaming with them. short ones, tall ones, fat ones, square ones, skinny ones, pale ones, nice ones...ah well. i should leev da serious discourse for wen im a lil bit less inebriated (9tink i got dat rite). i'm out for now. gotta catch som zzz before 5am.
peace luv an soul.

Another reason for binge drinkin

2006-06-12T10:01:00.000-07:00

A main ingredient in beer may help prevent prostate cancer and enlargement, according to a new study. But researchers say don't rush out to stock the refrigerator because the ingredient is present in such small amounts that a person would have to drink more than 17 beers to benefit.
Oregon State University researchers say the compound xanthohumol, found in hops, inhibits a specific protein in the cells along the surface of the prostate gland.
The protein acts like a signal switch that turns on a variety of animal and human cancers, including prostate cancer. (AP)

I can imagine wats happnin at OSU rite now. O, to be in Oregon.

Devil sauce

2006-06-10T10:04:00.000-07:00

Bak and blakka. The 28 burday tingie kinda fizzled. Jus a few days before de day I was chattin wit a fren who’s really into this jesus saves kinda ting. Anyways de talk com roun to alcohol. She started urgin me not to drink so much and about de consequences yada yada yada…told me about her boyfren’s father who is in hospital with liver cancer as a result of licka (hmmm). I started tinkin seriously bout wat she was sayin. De upshot of this was dat I pledged not to drink as much. You can imagine wat dat do to my plans to get high for a week. Anyways…I actually kept de promise. Only drank on my burday. Suffice to say it was one of my mo forgettable b/days. But her message got thru. I decided to do a lil research on da not so obvious effex of alcohol. Accordin to one site there is a strong link between alcohol use and cancers of the esophagus, pharynx, and mouth, while a more controversial association links alcohol with liver, breast, and colorectal cancers. Don’t ask me wat is half dem organs. But de prognosis aint look good. Alcohol also causes liver cirrhosis. Wat dis means basically is dat de liver’s arkitecture is fucked up which messes with blood flow to and thru the organ. After that the shit gets frightenin. I stop research. I tink bout quittin. But there is serious issues comin to the fore here. June is de month I usually binge becuz me gurl return home in July and is no drinkin wen she deh. Wha rass dis?! I decide to siddown an tink bout dis for a few days. In de interim I was tekkin me Guinness of course. I still tinkin…

2006-05-30T09:22:00.000-07:00

So...im gonna be on leave for a bit. which means my access to the net is gonna be curtailed. no biggie tho. its only for a week. burday in a coupla days so interestin times should be ahead. till then get yuh freak on cuz u kno i will. i'm out.

Totally wasted!

2006-05-27T01:08:00.000-07:00

wat r u starin at? i kno its been a while. anyways...got wasted tursday nite/friday morning. as u can see, today is saturday...that's how bad it was. the nite started out quietly. went to my favourite place away from home. jerries. yeh yeh. laid the foundation for some heavy drinkin. bbq, burgers and stout. from there i ended up at a rock party with a bredren. wat u mean wat i doin in a rock party? they got licka dont they? so like im sayin...we head in, head to de bar for some beers. i overheard two indian fellas talkin. indi #1: "yo nigga look a beer." indi #2: "nigga i already get." hmmm...im starin at these fellas...not offended becuz they use it in our presence (btw, im black if u were too slo to figure that out) but becuz that they actually thought they were bein cool/hip/da shizzle/up to the time wateva da fuck they say these days. anyways...i digress...so we got our beers, checked out the assorted freaks of the female strain and generally tried to blend in. roite. wen the first idiot started sprayin beer i nearly went nigga on him. but then i remembered it was a rock party. anything goes. so i let dat slide. the second time was too much. i got the fuck outta there. ended up at de plaisance linetop passa passa. it really aint passa passa. basically ur regular street jam. anyways bout 3.00am we lef an touch jerries. hooked up wit som bredren an we start beatin de banks beers. de beers done. switch to heineken. then dat done. switch to guinness, then dat done too. now this is where it gets hazy. accordin to reports i was seen kneelin in jerries beggin one of the girls to source mo beers from another location. i hav no recollection of that. so we lef de place to find somewhere else but at 7.30 a.m the nite spots were obviously closed (learnt the time later) anyways...we ended up at a fastfood place. Once again, i hav to rely on second hand info to relate what happened. apparently there was some fella in the place tryin to down his breakfast. an xray technician or somn like dat. accordin to reports i sat at the fella's table an we had a 'lively' discussion. again, no recollection. couldnt even mek it to work. actually i did, but a bredren had to help me do some stuff. okay, all da stuff. woke up a coupla hours later at my desk wit a helluva headache vowing never to do that again. i had learnt a valuable lesson. neva mix ur drinks.

p.s. i was back out lasnite swillin beers and ogling women.

Ah yes...it's been a while

2006-05-06T01:34:00.000-07:00

Haven't done anything fun in a while. in case u see my writing deteriorate into gibberish know that it is as a result of the the eight guinesses i drank this mornin and not an early case of alzheimer's (tink i spelt dat correctly). its 4.30 in the a.m. a good time to be up. before bird's wife finish gettin her freak on. anyways...i tink i fell in luv today...i mean yesterday...for about an hour. was at dis indian arrival thingee. two sisters. first i saw the younger one an thought she was the shit. but she wasnt payin me no mind. then her sista smiled at me. i thought i was the shiznit! and i wasn't even high! anways...i was too shy to approach them. lol. in other words, i remembered i had a girlfren who i wasnt ready to give up for anyting(this piece is just in case she ever reads this...shhh) but fe real! these ladies were fiiiiine!!! enuff o dat. had them guinness jus now. then it struck me i was gonna be 28 in a coupla weeks. shit! where da fuck did the time go? i coulda sworn i was at least one year younger. seriously! i did the whole countin on fingaz ting an it was correct. 28! shit! got me all fuckin morose. thats how come i drank eight guinness. my limit is usually three. 28 an all i got to show for it is a potbelly and a receding hairline. fuck it. we live, we die. anything in between is bonus. from now on im gonna be a buddhist. the enlightened one, siddhartha gautama himself (buddha for u'se ig'nant ones) said that desire is the root of all man's suffering. so i'm gonna eliminate desire. fuck wantin to be rich...to hell with wantin olive gopaul. i'm gonna content myself with a few guinness a weekend, Sir Cum-a-lot and the seven beauties an a pay day at de end of de month. 'tis enuff. fuck it. i'm out.

derrieres de allison & co.

2006-03-24T04:09:00.000-08:00

mark twain once sed sumn to the effect dat he din waan be part of anyting dats exclusive. fuck dat. i crashed beepat's private party for soca artiste allison hinds lasnite an beleev me it was worth it. but there were a few anxious moments wen me an a bredren approach de gate. a displaced guyanese by way of N.Y pose off at de gate with a list. i din too worried den cuz me bredren popula-ish. i thought it wudda be a shoo-in. dis guyankee scan he list...john sing, ram sing, peter tosh, annoyance crew...no bakanal. i start tinkin bout de embarrassment. is a lang walk back to de main road. dis time i got on me passa passa shoes an a tite jeans. couldnt find me sista jewel box fe get she version of a platinum chain. i wudda really be passa passarin. i even wear drawz...anyways, we get in afta anotha bredren i.d'ed us an i finally saw how de otha 5 percent does live. anyways...allison an she entourage appeared an my o my!!!! if u see de ass on dat woman! but it wasnt she who made me nite. one o she dancers got a tail like an alligatuh. some gravity-defying-symetrically crafted-taut, luscious buns. then again, jeans are da best ting since slice bread. but on da real. small waist with flarin hips...mmm mmm mmmm. anyways de nite couldn done witout licka. tried one impulse. dat was enuff for me. dont exactly hav de outlet for de energy. switched to vodka...mo my speed. so i mixed an mingled wit de cream of de cream of de in crowd. was like bein on gtvibes.com. i tried to sneak in front of a coupla cameras but de ppl did wise to me. anyways de nite wear on an de party bruk up early. we end up at de only tursday nite party in gt. de "line top." home of passa passa. guiness bar at plaisance. aye. i see a gyal who drawz longa dan she skirt. fu real. we start beat de guinness. de flippin ting comin fasta dan i coulda emty me hand. at one time i had four. is de firs time in me life i had to run from drinks. den to top off de evenin i end up in a cyar way de driver still learnin the fine art of stickin to his own lane. apparently he din like de soun of tyres pon asphalt so he kep tryin to drive pon de embankment. talk about runnin from jumbie an buttin up to de coffin. dahlin bring de fiya wata!!!

shenanigans

2006-03-17T22:46:00.000-08:00

The raucous voices of boys at play disturb the otherwise quiet environs just beyond the wall where i sit. It's 1.10 p.m...Friday. They should be at school i think. I can hear strains of jamie foxx and ludacris belting out a refix of ray charles' haunting 'georgia.' Two lots away someone is hawking the phlegm from their throat. A nasty sound that puckers my ass and crawls my skin. Time does its thing.
Some of the boys depart. Those who remain are now subdued. their backs thump against the thin wall as they sit. Their voices carry quietly through to me. The usual chatter..."you eva see da movie...
I try not to make a sound. The job with which i had been preoccupied for the past 23 minutes almost forgotten with this hark back to days gone by. Even the traffic seems to have stopped... as if a siesta had descended on this most urban of areas. Not a dog barks. Serenity.
then BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! A fart rips free from my ass and careens off the sides of the toilet bowl, reverberating within the walls of the steamy shithouse. My nose burns, my eyes water, my ass erupts.
Yes! Yes! Freeedooom! Hasta manana la constipacion. Viva la shit!

what the....?!

2006-03-13T02:57:00.000-08:00

fcuk! an i dont mean french connection. bakanal gaan large! weekend confidential an shit. but i gat som issues. "insomniac slacker?" nite club aint mek fe dag an cyat star. sombady gatta do de partyin. shit..ppl now readin de freakin blog. fuck it. went in de ravens/pacesetters game lasnite. whole nite setters got dem pon lockdown. i luvin it. u know dem idiots run ouuta steam in de 4th qtr? they like west indies. shit. betta not go there. anyways...ravens blo dem out. so is gt ravens and linden's kings in tuesday's finals. cyaan miss dat. aye...next level entertainment shoud giv me a cut o de takins fe promotin they game. all in all i had fun. is de firs time i sport pon heineken. up and down de stands. de fookin beers had me pissin all de time. u see...dats why i prefer me vodka an cranberry juice...or a guinness. so we end up in de club after de game. a few men an nuff gyal. jus de way i like it. a side note...a fren seh u know a club goin down wen they start de passa passa ting. but i see a new club de other nite had passa passa too. anyways... i had a nice lil ting fe wine pon. din even get high. but guess wha...me fuckin thighs killin me. she short. i cyaan do dem squat an wine ting no mo. one time i wine an go down wid she an almost coudnt mek it up back. is a good ting me bredren de deh nearby an give me a brace. ah true dat!shit...shit! me boss comin i gon.

lata.

Oscar night

2006-03-05T23:34:00.000-08:00

So the Oscars have come and gone. Hurrah , Brokeback Mountain didnt win. Long live Crash...and Capote actor phillip hoffman...at least i think that's his name. its the only category i knew would be a sure ting. he was exceptional. now bear with me. im celebrating...slightly inebriated but thats to b expected. sunday nite and all. But turnin to the local actin scene i think commisioner effex should b tossed in jai l at the least.

Oops...those @$8\&#s did it again!

2006-02-26T22:50:00.000-08:00

Just got in from the Voice Mail show. the group's perforomance wasnt bad. but they came on stage around 1a.m. and were off by 1.40. now that's fucked up. there was the passa passa dance off before and that wasnt bad either...even tho by 1 a.m i was sleepy. but shit...40 minutes!? good ting i dint pay to go in. perks of the job. didnt even get high. i mus be gettin old. i'm out. gonna catch some zzzz.

2006-01-30T02:56:00.000-08:00

Aye. some ppl idle. seriously. me bredren wake me up 12 a.m fe go party today. one of he gyalfren burday. so amid halfhearted protestations and a limp appeal fe mo sleep i drag on me drawz...i lie...me din wear any..anyways...i haul on me clothes an stan by de door. he seh he comin in three minutes. eventually he turn up. is 12.30. so we head to jerries. now if u guyanese an u aint kno jerries u wrang...anyways...is minutes to one in de mornin. so we head there, cyar trunk full wit licker. seven ah we in de cyar...three men an women...my kinda odds. so we meet an we buy a box o bbq chicken so it wont look bad cuz we walk wit we drinks. plus we had to beg de ppl fe ice. so a grand time ensued...two cyars crash as one o' de drivers starin at de gyals wit we...we prapa laff he...aye...one o me school masters used to seh "homan ah wan dangerous breed, is heve mek hadam heat de happle." i seh dis becuz one o de gyals wid we like me other fren but whole nite (mornin) she winin on me. normally i wonta min' bein used like dat but she winin outta time. she bamsy deh all ova de place. pon me ches', roun' me knee, pon de cyar, in de road...all ova de place. an like she din hearin d music cuz wine an ben ova playin an she dancin like its a tennessee waltz. ah well...not she fault. she aint entirely black. anyways...de mini party progress...we enjoy we self...runnin up an down with a half pound bag fe ice. licker mo than we could drink. de party bruk up like minutes to four. i gotta work from 5. is dem kinda tings is get ppl fired. ah well..."tonite de blak man feelin to party..."

happy new year an' all dat good shit

2006-01-29T16:16:00.000-08:00

so it's a new year...big f@#*&n deal. i'm still broke. anyways...was neva one to wallow in my sorrows...haven't done any serious partyin in a while. was dis burday ting las weekend but it was sof'. so i tink i'll expand dis blog to other tings. make it my personal rant space. yeh...sounds like a flippin plan. dat no mo alcohol in 2006 resolution...probably made dat under da influence..gotta be...dats like sayin no mo sex. truth be told tho...da p*ssy has been on ice for a while. long distance relationships can be a bitch. i aint mad tho...anyways...jus checkin in. i'm back.

2005-12-03T23:35:00.000-08:00

So its 3.36...in the a.m. just got in from da club. u eva notice how u always tink u'r more attractive, sexier, cuter, gat it goin on when u high? shit...gon brief u later when i wuk out this vodka induced semi-stupor. hic...

It's been a while

2005-12-03T05:18:00.000-08:00

Aight... so if u havent guessed by now lemme enlighten u. this sorry attempt at a blog is to share my partyin exploits with u. yes u. so if u see no posts for a few days it means i either in me cups still or i aint been anywhere. shit...a fella's gotta rest too u kno. anyways...lasnite me an a bredren hit d town. de rain still drizzlin. looks like everybody at home four foot in bed. firs spot got a reaso' crowd. drink a coupla guinness then we hit a club. i bus de door an almost became frosty de freakin snowman. de bloody place emty. an cold like dog nose. bout five ppl in de club. includin de barman an two waitresses. de others look like bouncers. not sure. de woman had more girth than t.d jakes. anyways...we end up at another spot. another reaso crowd. we settle an we start beatin de beers. then de rain come down lil harder. we continue beatin de beers. then we realise we money finishin. de rain come down lil harder. de place gettin late. de ppl waan close. we run to de car. me bredren forget that he alarm aint too righteous an he did lock de car with alarm. he alarm aint wukin no mo. so we jump in de car and blazin down de road with de alarm on...need i say more? de blastid police pull we in...spread dem legs! by de time he could produce he i.d an licence we soak soak an violated.

moral of the story...always wear drawz if u know de police gon pull u in.

Morning has broken...

2005-11-28T08:27:00.000-08:00

so it's a new week... same ol' same ol'...exited the club lasnite feelin all good an ting...took a taxi home singin all the way...slo wine fro me...totally off-key of course...jump outta de cab...slam de door...forgot to move my thumb outta de way...need i say more?

Recovery

2005-11-26T08:29:00.000-08:00

Ah yes...nu'n like rice to restore de energy. Paid $400.00 fuh a box o' cook-up. Two piece o'chicken. i aint mean a breas' an a thigh. not even a wing. is two li'l piece like neck. channa cook-up. from la belle. i aint buyin from dem no mo. but i feelin good now. still a bit dizzy wen i get up too fas' but i tekin it slo'...i aint rushin nu'n today...i goin an call me bredren an we gon get two guinness an we gon sip an chat...slowly...have three parties tonite...thats a lotta licka...but i gon wuk pon it...slowly...ol ppl seh fancy gyallup nah win race...so i gone an do me ting...lata

The aftermath

2005-11-26T03:26:00.000-08:00

Aint gat nu'n to do wit slim shady. i talkin bout de after club...u kno...too little blood in de alcohol stream...yeah u know wat i'm talkin bout...u remember de girl who was dancin in de corner wit her thong roun she wais' an she skirt roun she @#? arite then...u remember wat u do after u dance wit she? if u cant then u know wat i mean bout de aftermath. the wrath of hops. left the club after four a.m an need to be at wuk fe five...thats a g/t party man...all wais' an lil brain...but i doin dis fuh a wile now...i cyaan sleep wen de nite com...me mooma use to seh like me tief from de dead. lol. god res she soul. anyways...now me gat a whole day to siddown behin a desk an concentrate. good ting is not accountin. deh mighta charge me fuh misappro...wateva de big word is...i gon lock me office...cock up me foot... an bus' a five.

lata.