Too spontaneously lazy for a novel (as of right now) and just enough narcissim for a blog. The reason for a tired mind and active soul. If you'd like to be plagued with my "inspirational" thoughts and give my ego a deep tissue massage...you're in the right place...follow me...and indulge...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Count is a Pimperish Dirtbag
FRUITY PEBBLE PIMPIN'
He wears a gaudy robe, has a foreign accent, all black errrthang underneath, tight ass edge at all times (no stuble) and lives in a dope ass mansion...sounds like some suave dirtbaggin' goin' on to me.