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San Diego - Hillcrest Op Center A number of gay homosexuals were crammed in a basement, scanning documents, listening to songs, and examining images. "Okay, what have we got!?" yelled Fabulous Freddie. A gay homosexual went to a marker board, diagrammed a boom box, then drew several sound waves, making the marker screech. He said "We think that when these sounds are sent with a malicious intention-" "Yes?" "That they call the devil." "BBBBBBOOOOORRRRRIIIINNNNGGG" (Fab's cell phone rang. ) "Hello, mother....I'm extremely occupied at the moment....Trying to decipher alot of twaddle if you must know....I always call you, and I would appreciate it if you would not hector me, just at the moment!...Mother!...Trying to clear my left nostril, that's what!...Mother! I'm sorry for being impertinent!...Mother?" She had hung up. "Hmph." said Fabulous Freddie to himself, putting away his cellphone. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEU5vXmE5mU— July 30, 2010 11:17 a.m.
One Terrific Pig
Buzo Radio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FjLJqPc_Yk&featur…— July 30, 2010 2:18 a.m.
One Terrific Pig
Buzo Radio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMiiCkFn_cs&featur…— July 30, 2010 2:02 a.m.
One Terrific Pig
The motorcyclists grabbed their eyes. The dismounted Buzo began shoving them down screaming Abajo! Abajo! (Down! Down!) The buzo off the bike whirled around and shoved the blinded bikers down, yelling Down! Down! The Buzo on the Vespa turned around, and got off the scooter with a mini Uzi. "Get down on the ground!" he cried. The motorcyclists got hog tied, right there in the Gaslamp Quarter. The Buzo levelled his weapon: "Who is the president of the United States of America?!" The motorcyclists said nothing. "Spit it out, who?!" cried the Buzo. Nothing. The Buzo circled around, pointing his weapon, and gestured to the other Buzo- 'Wrap em up.' The other Buzo hogtied them at the feet. "You 're going to find out! You're going to find out!" The Buzos took off in a flash. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbvOYShJIGY 0— July 30, 2010 1:46 a.m.
One Terrific Pig
Evan handed the valet several twenties saying "Park it!" He took off running. The motorcyclists had already parked their bikes and were charging forward. The valet barely had time to leap out of the way. Evan took off, but he didn't have enough lead time. One of the motorcyclists put on a surge, riding leathers, motorcycle boots and all. As Evan went to turn the corner, the young motorcyclist tripped him. A Vespa roared around the corner, with two Buzos. The passenger leapt off the back, tumbled, landed on one knee, and began spraying the motorcyclists eyes with pepper spray with a super soaker. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzU7jJBMElM— July 29, 2010 11:19 p.m.
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Evan was driving through downtown, the motorcyclists close behind. He reached into his glove compartment, and pulled out a roll of twenty dollar bills. His eyes moistened. He kept them there to remind himself of when he met Joy Mercy. He was her bodyguard back in the day. Joy would jump in the Fiero, throw a thousand dollars in twentys at him and scream "SCALLIWAG!" Those were the days. Evan Will thought back to his youth in East San Diego: Young Evan got back from school. "Evan?" "Yeah, mom." "Come in here and tell me what happened." Evan went in the kitchen. His mom was cooking. She had a pistol on the counter. "I told him I don't want him around my little sister. He got smart, so I slugged him, he went down, and I kicked him in his ribs. But I talked to Charlie Bo Bo later, and he said he understands." "Are you sure?" Young Evan thought for a moment, and said "Yeah, mom, I'm sure." Evan's mom went and hugged him, and kissed him on the forehead. Evan was the man of the house, and a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do. Evan saw a valet, and thought 'Here we go. The bikers will take just as long as I do to dismount. I'm going to Horton Plaza, and lose these fools and the air pursuit like bad habits.' Evan dried his eyes, peeled off a few twentys, and stopped. A commando, blue leapt out of his vehicle.— July 28, 2010 10:06 a.m.
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Buzo Radio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwIGZLjugKA— July 28, 2010 9:37 a.m.
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Buenos Aires, Argentina "Kids." said Tino. "Yeah?" said Kenny. "You want to go to young people's club?" Kenny looked at Tino, suspiciously. "No." said Tino, shaking his head. "Then what are you getting at?" asked Amy. "Mando going to chaperone you to Buenos Aires disco tech." "Bulls***!" exclaimed Kenny, standing up. "No." said Tino, looking at Kenny again. Kenny looked at his mom. 'It's Okay.' the Soccer Mom's look conveyed back. "Well, then." said Kenny. Mando strode over and said "Senora Clifton, the children are safe in my hands." The Soccer Mom nodded peremptorily. Amy, Kenny and Mando strode out into the cool Buenos Aires air. Heh, heh. Kenny looked at Mando in his uniform, and said "What the hell is going on?" "I only wish that I knew. I think no one really does. However, my assignment is to chaperone you two to a young people's disco tech." "Are you serious?" asked Amy. "Young lady, I take nothing more serious than the protection of youth." replied Mando, pleasantly enough. The kids were a little concerned. Mando said "Nothing's going to happen." They entered a young people's disco tech in downtown Buenos Aires. The music was pumping Ohio Players: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR9CRxY9Ne0&featur…— July 27, 2010 11:32 p.m.
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Buzo Radio http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUXvfF3Ugh8&featur… This is a real life jack in progress. Nigga give up your s*** or take two tha chest with crispness 'cause I aint f***n around G, so take a look at a real live nigga that craaazy and get ready to die loc,any last wordz before your ass gets smoked,it aint a joke 'cause my pockets is broke my friend thats why I gotta do u in. Give up your endz and your gold and your Nik'es and anything else I might like and then Im off in the wind again to catch tha next sucka slippn taken two to tha chin. Im on a role two niggaz in one night didnt even have to fight,just pulled out my 9 to end anothers life. Thats real life so forget tha silly s*** you heard,Now Nigga tell me do you have any last wordz. "'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction. So I take my 9 put it on my ?? for some cop now Im blastn, 'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f*** with Eazy" "Word'em up" [several times] Another murder I comitted made front page a nigga dead from a drive by did with a 12 gauge. The first stage of insanity people say it aint wise to get faded off the ST.Ides. A mother cries, another son lies in a casket,life was fun while it lasted. Tha silly bastard had to get caught,tripn and set tripn,you should of seen that niggaz blood dripping.Too many lives took to many hearts broke, but you dont hear me so you see my f***n gun smoke. Some ask why do I take so many lives from the innocent little ones. But where I come from we take s*** real,you peel caps so you gotta get your cap peeled. Grab your steel forget about what you heard,its Do or Die Nigga,any last wordz? "'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction. So I take my 9 put it on my ?? for some cop now Im blastn,'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f*** with Eazy" "Word'em up" [repeated several times]— July 27, 2010 9:10 p.m.
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Buenos Aires, Argentina The Soccer Mom's Journal We went shopping for formal wear in this great city of the world. Kenny chose a tuxedo. Amy chose a white chiffon dress. Tino blinked when I went to the formal dresses, but I knew that he wanted me to choose a pink one, and I did. At dinner, Mando sat with others in uniform, he was guarded and formal. At our table, Tino wore a sparing black suit, and dined on tiarina, an Argentine spaghetti with spinach. The restaurant was beautiful, the night never to be forgotten. An orchestra struck up, and Tino said "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" We danced to Cusco's 'Canada-Last Paradise' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCDkHm-mBo4— July 27, 2010 8:41 p.m.