So i'm just sittin at the ol Emery residence thinkin bout shiet i should blog about, really can't think of nothin at all so what am i doing? i'm righting down everything i'm thinking about. okay maybe not everything but i try like hell.  Friggin just downloaded a new Big Smo album! pretty much the highlight of my night. i was gonna go look at a truck today but the friggin bastards sold it right out from under me and didn't say a word man i was madder than a legless eathiopian watchin a donut roll down a hill i tell ya what. That leaves me still vehicleless, it sucks. I found a benz today though with a friggin V8, can you magine that? I could tear some serious shit up with that and still look like one classy mofo.  I bet she'll roast a tire guy, throw a glasspack on it and she'll be go for a bout 10 grand on mint.com no doubt. Oh! before I forget, I wrote a dank ass poem about bonfires n' shit!

Bonfires!

By Yours truly

Big and small

I love em all, Skinny or fat

A bonfires a bonfire thats all I gotta say about that

I call up the crew

Load up the pickup

Do a burnout in the morning dew

I simply don’t give a flyin f**K

Just about noon

I call all my friends

I act like I have a lot of em!

But I only got like 10

Lets have a party!

Everyone grab a cup

And get a bit tardy!

I look at my friends

And all my buds

When it comes to an end

I say “Man i love burnin tires

That one was a 10
man I love friggin bonfires”