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9-25-02: Mo' Beats Yo


       Man, I wish I knew how to rap. I would lay down some phat beats yo. I would be the 1337 |24Pp3|2 (rapper, for those of you who aren't fortunate enough to have a friend who can translate). It would be dope man. No, it wouldn't. I'm talking shit again. Fuck, why would I want to rap? It would be like saying, "Man, I wish I was in MuDvAyNe, cuz those guys are realllllyyyyy cooooooolllllll."
       Mudvayne. Fuck Mudvayne. Oh my god Fuck Mudvayne. There is very little worse than Mudvayne. "I would love to beat the face, Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me." Why change something oh so perfect like you guys? I mean, there's nothing like no actual musical integrity to impress me! Fuckin hell. God I hate Mudvayne.
       Anyways. I have this new thing with Burger King tacos. They is tasty. Not really. They actually kind of suck, but man, I can't get enough of them. Seriously, I havn't had BK once without them since I first ordered them. I didn't even finish them the first time I had them. They were that bad. But man. I'm addicted to them. They have nicotine in them or something. Crack. I dunno, I don't care. I just want them. It's a serious problem. But it's a good problem. I can stop anytime though. Man, I hope that Kate call me when she gets of work. Maybe I can make her pick some up for me. That would kick ass. I better go, so I can be ready if she calls.
       I sure could go for a taco right about now.


-Grant 1