ITT Phil admits that he and Genocide are hanging out & having beers and steaks
 

Probably not gonna wave the gun around though. Nigga just hit me up as I was finishing a bottle of wine for breakfast, 'cause I've got problems and shit.


Anyway, just thought I'd keep you guys in the circle. Anybody in the area is invited to come chill and eat dead cow chunks.

I want to eat steak with you guys :(

The soup kitchen has steak now?

I woke up and made a breakfast consisting of 5 scrambled eggs, 1 cup of oatmeal with brown sugar, a banana, and a protein shake.

I then wrote a dissertation on two Open Mics which I have yet to post, instead hoping to get them published in Science within the fortnight.

As of this very second I am eating two cans of tuna raw and a salad for lunch while listening to Jay Electronica's 'Eternal Sunshine' after being stunned by his guest spot on PRhyme, the first I've heard of him.

Next, I plan on going to the local YMCA and engaging in the act of squatting with weight on my shoulder girdle.

Thereafter, I will go over to an acquaintances house to watch the day's NFL games.

At night, I may write some silly text piece for the AOWL. Some rhymes have been kicking around my head for days now.

My mind is becoming sharp again with my clean diet and healthy lifestyle which began, predictably, on the 1st of the year. I hope to soon become CEO of the Earth with these improvements.

Glad to see your day is productive as well.

When you become CEO can I have a job please?

And some tuna?

You will become VP, with a direct charge over all mammals (including Foxes) while also being Czar of all Ireland.

I will be keeping the tuna to myself.

This is fair.

You are a kind and wise man.

Well. I woke out of a drunken stupor, at my cousin's house. It was her 24th birthday Thursday, so I decided I had to make the cruise down to the oh so fabulous capitol city of the fine state I plant my toes in, Salem. It's a fucking wasteland I was born near. Anyways, the Jell-O shots/tequila shots/ coronas/whathaveyou did not do a motherfucker right. I still have a headache from one of Hell's openings, lingering around my skull. Good thing I decided to do about 105 mph on the freeway home. Girlfriend told me I was scaring her. I gave her a satanic chuckle with out even glancing in her direction. I threw up liquids only before I hopped into my heated seats, so it's chill.

This is a fun topic now.

I jerked off. Ate some Raisin Bran and left over pizza. Crushing on Allie from Austin and Allie. Ignoring children. Need to clean the house. Don't wanna. Sick. Flu or something. Cancelled a date last night due to flu. Bitch didn't wanna get sick. Holding it against her. Talking to another bitch now. Reminds me of Becca Moody. Need to do dishes. Don't wanna. Feel fat. Haven't run in like a week. Sick. Work. School. Not a great day thus far.

When I was a lowly submariner, I learned a vital trick to cure all hangovers. Nobody wants to try it until they learn that it actually fucking works though.


2 or 3 beers is the cure to all hangovers large or small. I kid you not.

no videos no care

This is dope bro. Your clean habits will help balance your neurotransmitters amd the exercise coupled with this will aid you in preventing another depressive bout.

Hair of the dog, also known locally as 'the cure' as in "I just woke and I'm really hungover so I'm going back to the bar for 'the cure', I'll meet you there"...yeah it usually works although if you have been drinking whiskey for 48 hours, nothing will help other than to not be conscious.

i woke up, tired, getting only 6 hours of sleep after playing too much nhl last night

i did my early morning routine. pooped. brushed my teeth. etc.

packed up my gear bag, ate a light breakfast of greek yogurt and a banana. gave the dog his meds and let him out. waited for my friend to pick me up for bjj.

got some good rolls in. we had a visitor from CMMA who wanted to get some exposure to new people before a pre-MMA fight gi match he is having up in myrtle on the 24th. nice guy with wicked darce choke transitions. didn't get a chance to roll with him though. continued working on various butterfly sweeps and transitions today. felt good, no real injuries, a little sore on my one side from going inverted and pulling too hard.

came home, told amen what an illiterate faggot he was. ate a string cheese. ate some blackberries. ate a pickle.

took a shower. confirmed w/ my other friend we'd head out for the panthers game tonight.

came downstairs and played with the dog for 20 minutes or so.

eating tostitos and procrastinating over sending this bottle of westbrook 4th anniversary ale to the guys at burial beer up in asheville in exchange for one of their new skillet doughnut stout releases.

wife works/worked thurs, fri, sat, sun this week. sleeping (she does overnights).

so i guess you could say it's a nice little saturday.

going to some trap shooting club up by georgetown tomorrow to shoot skeet.

I woke up at 2pm, hungover, just as the game was beginning, ate curry and then icecream, drank 3 cans of coke, game finished, got high, went back to bed, didn't sleep, walked the dog, got wet from rain, getting a cold, keep sneezing, was invited out to a party, probably won't go, will probably get higher and watch random youtube videos and hopefully sleep.

Yall are making me depressed.

That's better.

Actually sounds like a bad ass weekend day brah.

Another question I wouldn't know the answer to.