Random Rambo 28

As I'm typing this I'm listening to "Wham-Everything She Wants".

Fuck you, I'm not bruno, this shit goes hard.

I miss the shit outta my moms, I'm def gonna see her in the next few weeks.

Speaking of traveling, Chicago next month, Japan in August, and possibly London In October.

I just went to get my passport pic and shit done at the post office this Saturday, I wanted to do the gangster grill one side up lip curled thingy, but the Chinese dude wouldn't let me, plus I'd prolly be stopped and search at customs anyway for it.

The Homey/Business Partner/Bodyguard Nina is in town, she came in last Saturday, shes leaving tomorrow I'm a be so sadddddddddddd, waaaaaaaaaaaa =_[

We got A LOT of shit done which was a plus, we also clowned the shit out of A LOT of people. lmao!

She also gave me some late Birthday presents, I was floored, she got me some DVD's, a New Camera and some Supreme Forces I be looking for over 4 years now, she's fucking awesome.

She also constantly clowned me for having hairless legs.

Yes, if you didn't know my legs for some odd reason has never grown hair.

You may think I'm an asshole, that's fine, because I know I'm an asshole, I just truly and honestly don't give a fuck, if I feel crossed or played, your existence means nothing to me.

My cousin Envy, (yes he wants me to call him envy, if that shit isn't bruno as fuck I dunno what is, shit sounds like a Stripper name) has horrible taste in women.

Funny how I always tell people "You'll need me before I need you", shit always comes true.

People who front are worse than Liars.

Rockets Fired, fuck shots.

So me and Nina, rented a drop top mustang, and not once when we were together was the weather good enough to drop that muthafucka.

Briyoni Wassup.

Honeylove, I thought about you this morning, I tried to texting you to say wassup cause we haven't spoke in years...I dunno if you read my blog, if you do hit a nigga up.

I'm kinda happy ain't shit really coming out that I want sneaker-wise, giving my pockets a break.

Finally my bonus check cleared, about time.

UPS dude better not let me see his ass, honestly I dont even care if it's the flaming fuckhole who left my package out in the rain, anyone of you mahfuckas will do, I just wanna flying elbow smash from my roof one of you brown suit wearing mahfuckas.

UPS = Under Paid Suckas

I told Elsi, if Derrick Rose doesn't win MVP, I'm a stab Paul Pierce, not that Pierce has anything to do with him not winning, I just want a 4% valid reason to stab him.

Speaking of Elsi, she kinda nice @ Black Ops, we did Tie on a One On One, but I feel I won because I knifed her ass like 4 times...and my Tying kill was a Slash also...HA.

So one of my Ex's asked me for money the other day, I said No and she got mad, bitch said "You don't care about Nobody", I replied..."You right, you are a nobody to me, keep it moving"

Moving and Proving, Showing And Doing!

I watched the entire Movie Beat Street at work today.

Yes, I gotta it like that, hoe.

You ever see a bad bitch and ur like damn, but you look at her feet and she got on them Grandmom knitted sweater like Ugg boots, and you just wanna punch her in fucking stomach so hard she drops to her knees?

No? Well Eat a dick.

Snipe Goldmine...Coming Soon.

Bitch, I'm outta hand cream.

Anybody know where I can find Wayans Bros. Season 1 through 5 on DVD?

Them Lebron 8 V.2 "lows" sure don't look like Lows to me, so they cut off two eyelets and decreased the price by 10 bucks...whoop dee doo.

So a chick can say "Mr. Varsity Jacket" to me, but I can't say "Miss in the red with a Fat ass" to a chick?

Fucking double standards.

I told a co-worker the other day to "Shut your Coffee Cake Chin ass up, before I fuck your moms from the back on the other side of your bedroom wall so hard her head will crash through it and she'll scream out, this nigga David tearing my pussy up!"

Ok maybe it wasn't like that exactly word for word, but the Coffee Cake chin and Her head crashing through a wall was definitely in there somewhere.

Goodnight, Time to play Black Ops.

-Def