| behemot ( @ 2008-02-02 04:40:00 |
so, a couple days ago i got a new honesty box message:
"god your so fucking cool and indie. its so indie, the way you beat women with cleats!"
?
cool dude.
but this isnt the first time ive been accused of cleat-beating. a couple weeks before that, i got the first message. due to the "reply" feature on the honesty box, i was able to converse with anonymous:
???
i heard that you like to beat women.
Ted Andreas
i always beat women. its a hobby of mine.
???
with soccer cleats? or golf cleats? it was one of the two, anyways, your a fucking asshole.
Ted Andreas
who did i hit with cleats?
???
glennie
ok, i havent talked to glennie in years (the last time i saw her we had a nice lil small talk at the library), and im preeeetty sure i didnt beat her with cleats. i think. unless it slipped my memory, then anonymous may be correct. but i dont think it did. i think i would remember something like that.
in either case, i think its kinda cool to be known as the cleat-beater. bitchez dont fuck with me. you know, they know what theyre gettin into and all that.
and, since im already known as a cleat-beater...whats to lose? why not enjoy my reputation as a cleater. i dont have golf shoes, but i should get some. good idea anon.
no but really, glennie. shes in the navy now, training hard to serve our country. i might have cleated the first woman president...who knows. maybe shell nuke my house. victims of cleating are known to hold grudges for decades. i should sent her a note, to say sorry. ill tie it to the leg of a pigeon, ive always wanted to do that.
When we pull up to the light the people all stare
four niggas in a benz with the dreadlock hair
smoke everywhere, wavin at mavericks
in the woodgrain davens with the license plate rattlin
doin what we want to hangin out the sun roof
we mental, we ignorant, boy we go dumb to
gas-break-dip, we call it yokein, do a doughnut in yo whip
we call it ghostin
"god your so fucking cool and indie. its so indie, the way you beat women with cleats!"
?
cool dude.
but this isnt the first time ive been accused of cleat-beating. a couple weeks before that, i got the first message. due to the "reply" feature on the honesty box, i was able to converse with anonymous:
???
i heard that you like to beat women.
Ted Andreas
i always beat women. its a hobby of mine.
???
with soccer cleats? or golf cleats? it was one of the two, anyways, your a fucking asshole.
Ted Andreas
who did i hit with cleats?
???
glennie
ok, i havent talked to glennie in years (the last time i saw her we had a nice lil small talk at the library), and im preeeetty sure i didnt beat her with cleats. i think. unless it slipped my memory, then anonymous may be correct. but i dont think it did. i think i would remember something like that.
in either case, i think its kinda cool to be known as the cleat-beater. bitchez dont fuck with me. you know, they know what theyre gettin into and all that.
and, since im already known as a cleat-beater...whats to lose? why not enjoy my reputation as a cleater. i dont have golf shoes, but i should get some. good idea anon.
no but really, glennie. shes in the navy now, training hard to serve our country. i might have cleated the first woman president...who knows. maybe shell nuke my house. victims of cleating are known to hold grudges for decades. i should sent her a note, to say sorry. ill tie it to the leg of a pigeon, ive always wanted to do that.
When we pull up to the light the people all stare
four niggas in a benz with the dreadlock hair
smoke everywhere, wavin at mavericks
in the woodgrain davens with the license plate rattlin
doin what we want to hangin out the sun roof
we mental, we ignorant, boy we go dumb to
gas-break-dip, we call it yokein, do a doughnut in yo whip
we call it ghostin