Friday, April 29
Wednesday, April 27
Oops.
Tuesday, April 26
If you do a google image search for "yeah", this is the second result.
This one, however, is my favorite.
This one, however, is my favorite.
Monday, April 25
Yep.
More fun from the Raleigh Music Classifieds
Need a Christian Rapper at your event? - Apr 22, 2005 - 11:59:15
kbell_1@hotmail.com
raleigh
Hot female Christian rapper willing to travel around the Raleigh area. Lots of energy, hot lyrics testifying the good news of Jesus Christ.
Need a Christian Rapper at your event? - Apr 22, 2005 - 11:59:15
kbell_1@hotmail.com
raleigh
Hot female Christian rapper willing to travel around the Raleigh area. Lots of energy, hot lyrics testifying the good news of Jesus Christ.
Friday, April 22
Tuesday, April 19
Monday, April 18
LAST MONDAY: An Explanation
By now, I hope that you've seen BobTshirts illustration of how last Monday night turned out. Now, I will try to match that MSPaint picture with a picture of words.
I had decided to take it easy that night, work on some stuff around the apartment and maybe watch a little TV. That's when it all began--I heard noise from the next door apartment---fightin' words. It sounded like it was between a couple (I've really never met the people who live next door so I really am not sure who lives next door) and it was escalating in a very weird way. Here's kind of how it went down, to the best of my memory:
MALE: Why?!
FEMALE: I'm sorry! Nothing happened!!!
M: Why, you stupid bitch?!
F: I'm sorry! Stop it! Stop it!
M: I want more than one kid!
F: Stop it!
M: @#$% (unintelligible)
F: I love you, I love you, I love you!
Now, that's not verbatim, it's just what I happen to remember. Anyway, by this time, I had picked the phone up and was debating about whether or not I should call 911. After a couple of minutes, though, it was quiet again and I continued about my business. I figured, "Hell, this might just be how these people talk to each other everyday". That was no more comforting than the idea that this was an anomaly, though. It was time for Family Guy so I quickly forgot about what had happened.
About half an hour later(just when Family Guy was ending--coincidence?), I heard the sound of what sounded to me to be a gunshot. At this point I think "fuck it, I'm leaving" and that's what I proceed to do. To quote the Poison song 'I Want Action'--I grab my hat and grab my shoes, [I was] on the way to hit the streets and cruise. So, that's what I did. I also grabbed my cell phone on the way in order to call 911.
As I step out of the door, I see a police car pull into the parking lot. I think, "oh good". A cop gets out of his car and yells out "how ya doin' tonite, buddy?"
"Fine" I reply.
I start to walk down the stairs to the ground floor when it hits me that the cop probably thinks I'm the guy that has the gun. Turns out, I was right.
By the time I reach the bottom of the stairs, a couple of cops have their guns and flashlights on me and are demanding to know what I have in my hand. "It's a phone, it's a phone!" I yell and show them. I have to keep my hands raised with my back to the cops and back up towards them. They're not at all cordial to me, by the way. My favorite part about this part of the story is that I have my Unknown Hinson shirt on (from my recent trip to Asheville to see the King--refer to earlier post) so as I'm backing up, the cops are seeing the back of my shirt which reads in large letters: "The Future Is Unknown!"
I finally explain to the cops that I'm leaving because I heard the gunshot and it's the apartment beside me that the shot came from. I guess they believe me because they proceed to kick in the apartment door and pay my neighbors a courtesy call. By this time, there were 5 or 6 cops. The first cop had told me to wait in the parking lot but I didn't want the first thing some guy who had shot a gun in an apartment to see was me standing in a parking lot with a cell phone in my hand so I got the hell out of there.
Monday, Monday.
By now, I hope that you've seen BobTshirts illustration of how last Monday night turned out. Now, I will try to match that MSPaint picture with a picture of words.
I had decided to take it easy that night, work on some stuff around the apartment and maybe watch a little TV. That's when it all began--I heard noise from the next door apartment---fightin' words. It sounded like it was between a couple (I've really never met the people who live next door so I really am not sure who lives next door) and it was escalating in a very weird way. Here's kind of how it went down, to the best of my memory:
MALE: Why?!
FEMALE: I'm sorry! Nothing happened!!!
M: Why, you stupid bitch?!
F: I'm sorry! Stop it! Stop it!
M: I want more than one kid!
F: Stop it!
M: @#$% (unintelligible)
F: I love you, I love you, I love you!
Now, that's not verbatim, it's just what I happen to remember. Anyway, by this time, I had picked the phone up and was debating about whether or not I should call 911. After a couple of minutes, though, it was quiet again and I continued about my business. I figured, "Hell, this might just be how these people talk to each other everyday". That was no more comforting than the idea that this was an anomaly, though. It was time for Family Guy so I quickly forgot about what had happened.
About half an hour later(just when Family Guy was ending--coincidence?), I heard the sound of what sounded to me to be a gunshot. At this point I think "fuck it, I'm leaving" and that's what I proceed to do. To quote the Poison song 'I Want Action'--I grab my hat and grab my shoes, [I was] on the way to hit the streets and cruise. So, that's what I did. I also grabbed my cell phone on the way in order to call 911.
As I step out of the door, I see a police car pull into the parking lot. I think, "oh good". A cop gets out of his car and yells out "how ya doin' tonite, buddy?"
"Fine" I reply.
I start to walk down the stairs to the ground floor when it hits me that the cop probably thinks I'm the guy that has the gun. Turns out, I was right.
By the time I reach the bottom of the stairs, a couple of cops have their guns and flashlights on me and are demanding to know what I have in my hand. "It's a phone, it's a phone!" I yell and show them. I have to keep my hands raised with my back to the cops and back up towards them. They're not at all cordial to me, by the way. My favorite part about this part of the story is that I have my Unknown Hinson shirt on (from my recent trip to Asheville to see the King--refer to earlier post) so as I'm backing up, the cops are seeing the back of my shirt which reads in large letters: "The Future Is Unknown!"
I finally explain to the cops that I'm leaving because I heard the gunshot and it's the apartment beside me that the shot came from. I guess they believe me because they proceed to kick in the apartment door and pay my neighbors a courtesy call. By this time, there were 5 or 6 cops. The first cop had told me to wait in the parking lot but I didn't want the first thing some guy who had shot a gun in an apartment to see was me standing in a parking lot with a cell phone in my hand so I got the hell out of there.
Monday, Monday.
Friday, April 15
Thanks to BobT-Shirt for this rendition of how last Monday turned out for me.
Thursday, April 14
Tuesday, April 12
Monday, April 11
Here's the latest spam email that I've received:
beverly murray to pfiery
More options Apr 10 (22 hours ago)
From Madam Beverly Murray
Hello,
My name is Madam Beverly Murray.I am deaf and dumb and I am a complete
citizen of the United State of America, widow to the late former minister of
finance in Philippine who was a victim of the terrorist attack against the
United State of America on the 11th September 2001 that crashed at the
World Trade Centre in New York .
I inherited a total sum of $10 million dollars from my late husband. this
money which is concealed in a metallic trunk box is deposited with a
security and finance company at Ivory Coast under a secret arrangement
as a family treasure. This mean's that the security company does not know
the content of this box that was sent from the United State of America to
Ivory Coast under a diplomatic coverage.
My main purpose of sending you this mail is because of the way I found
you and perhaps trustworthy to give this priority of shipping this box of
money to any address that you think is very secure and save in place with
your percentage of which we shall chat on soon. There is need for urgent
action because I'm paying $100 dollars per day as a demurrage to the
security company for keeping this consignment.
I give thank's immensely for the co-operation as I look forward to hear
from you soonest.
Best Regard,
Madam Beverly Murray.
beverly murray
More options Apr 10 (22 hours ago)
From Madam Beverly Murray
Hello,
My name is Madam Beverly Murray.I am deaf and dumb and I am a complete
citizen of the United State of America, widow to the late former minister of
finance in Philippine who was a victim of the terrorist attack against the
United State of America on the 11th September 2001 that crashed at the
World Trade Centre in New York .
I inherited a total sum of $10 million dollars from my late husband. this
money which is concealed in a metallic trunk box is deposited with a
security and finance company at Ivory Coast under a secret arrangement
as a family treasure. This mean's that the security company does not know
the content of this box that was sent from the United State of America to
Ivory Coast under a diplomatic coverage.
My main purpose of sending you this mail is because of the way I found
you and perhaps trustworthy to give this priority of shipping this box of
money to any address that you think is very secure and save in place with
your percentage of which we shall chat on soon. There is need for urgent
action because I'm paying $100 dollars per day as a demurrage to the
security company for keeping this consignment.
I give thank's immensely for the co-operation as I look forward to hear
from you soonest.
Best Regard,
Madam Beverly Murray.
Friday, April 1
SPIN THE WHEEL
