Photography
Posted on April 20th, 2009 by BigMiggy
Now, I may dibble dabble a tad with my cheap ass digital cameras but this is some wicked sexy shizzle right hurr.
Now, I may dibble dabble a tad with my cheap ass digital cameras but this is some wicked sexy shizzle right hurr.
Upgraded wordpress and now I’m playing around with this shit. Updates will follow…
Peace Bitches!
BigMiggy
I’m busy. Workin on shit and tryin to party it up in San Antonio. This place is pretty fucking chill and I am mos def likin it. It’s waaay better than the shit hole I was living in just two months ago.
I know I need to update this shite Mantu, and I will. Just give me some time to get my shit all cleared up. No, not the rash on my balls, I kinda like that. ;/
Peace,
BigMiggy
Just saw the movie, and it was actually pretty good. Good ‘ol “Indy” still has it in him and kicks some serious ass for an old guy. It was action packed and the story telling was just like the oldies.
Sorry to spoil the ending for you, but there have been complaints about the “sci-fi” ending. Well, here’s what happens. Optimus prime dies and gives the all spark to Sam Witwicky. There you go, sorry if I ruined it for ya but you’ll get over it I’m certain.
Peace out fuckers,
BigMiggy
Well, my birthday was last Monday. Yeah me. I’m a year older and not a damn bit wiser. I realize that I still don’t know shit about the female species and the relationships we tend to find ourselves in with them. I realize that I am not who I thought I was or even who I’d like to be. I also realize that I don’t even know what I want to be when I ‘grow up’. Do we ever ‘grow up’? I don’t think so. Our only choice it seems is to go through life trying to solve it’s never ending mysteries, try to find someone that you can do this with and eventually die and still not know the answers to anything.
WTF!?! IS that fucking depressing or what!?! I do know one thing though and that is that I am not perfect, no matter what I think when I’m drunk.
Peace out, let me know if you happen to stumble upon the book of truths, I’d like to borrow it.
Later,
BigMiggy
P.S.
Here’s a joke just in case I brought your mood on life down you fucking pussy.
The War Vet
Two guys were swapping stories in the park one day and one guy (a war vet) mentioned that during the war he was captured and held for weeks without food.
The other guy asked, “How could you survive without food?”
“It wasn’t easy,” he said. “But I had a big meal before I was captured and learned to eat my own shit.”
“WHAT? That’s disgusting!” said the first guy. “I don’t believe you!”
Without a second thought the vet reached into his pants, shit in his hand and promptly ate it on the spot.
The second guy said, “My God! If you can do that so easily, we can bet big money and rake in a fortune!”
“Sounds good to me,” said the vet “I can use the money.”
The next day the guy had set up a bet with two wealthy but unbelieving high rollers. “This I gotta see,” said one of the gamblers.
“It ain’t gonna happen,” said the other. “No one can eat their own shit.”
“Lets do it,” said the vet’s buddy as he set down a plate full of shit in front of the vet. The vet looks down ready to dig in, when all of a sudden he bolts from the table and projectile pukes a streak across the room right on the two gamblers.
In a rage the gamblers kick the living crap out of both the vet and his buddy, they take their winnings and leave.
“We lost it all!” said the buddy. “Why in the hell didn’t you eat the shit?”
“There was a hair in it!” said the vet.
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