Jinglebells

Christmas's here and as a fellow Christian, I will be celebrating the occasion. That means going to church and stuff. I never really had a very special Christmas. It feels just like any other day. You know why? Cause every Christmas Eve I have to go to church and eat my Christmas Dinner, no turkey, no potatoes and most of all no pie. Which really doesn't bring out the full joy of Christmas. During Christmas Day, I go to church service In the morning. And them come back home to do whatever I'm doing regularly. Maybe opening a present or so but after that I'll be doing my regular stuff. It's not that bad actually, but I would like to celebrate Christmas like they do on tv you know. So to do this, I will celebrate my e-Christmas with this post!





How will I do It? BY POSTING MY EXCELLENT CHRISTMAS BANNER DONE BY MYSELF OF COURSE!



















BRING ON THE CHRISTMAS CHEER!

But yeah, have a very Merrying Christmas and a decent New Year. Oh, and feel free to compliment me on my amazingly amazing Christmas banner. . Till then, Happy Holidays and have a good time during Boxing Day which Is tomorrow, December the 26th.

Diary of a Gangsta #1

12.4.2007

9.30 AM

Today, me n mah gang wizzet up ta tha hood ta git some bread, when we saw some dem white kids buy'n bread. Dem kids were gang bangin' me off. They were In front of us at tha counta. We had ta wait fo` dem white kids ta pay up. One minute passed dem bitch ass nigg@z. I was dippin' Impatient ya dig?. The bread was gettin' stale. I was gett'n hungry fo' sho. Mah crew had ta go ta tha toilet so I was alone with dem SNOOPz. An old lady bumpe'd Inta me n said sorry. I neva felt so Insulted In mah entire life. A minute n a halfz passed in all flavas. I was at boil'n point. Those white kids were still pay'n fo` dem white breadz in tha hood. I gots wholemeal. The shot calla took too long. So, I grabbed tizzle white kids' white bread n ran out of them doors spittin' that real shizit. I called out mah gangstas n left. mah crew ran as hard as our legs shizzled . Listen to how a motherf'er flow shizit. Then we realized we ran at tha opposite direction n we gizzled at tha same store. Dem white kids left so we payed fo`our loaf. I couldn't believe tat tha wholemeal was so expensive fo gettin yo pimp on. I was outraged, ya'll biscuitheads. I tore out tha packag'n n ate tha bread In front of tha playa. Then I spat It out. Finally I ran out again, now to anotha bakery opposite tha shop but dem real nigg@z don't give an f. Who knows what bread them bakaz have there?em white kids don't know whizzay they're up against.






Made ya look, biscuitheads.