so i head into his backyard, and check the spot where he likes to hide his house keys when he knows he has visitors. no dice.
after some head scratching, and pacing, i decided to call him up, and see how close he was. perhaps he just ran to 7-11...
"this fuckin mexican guy i hired to signwalk quit on me, and i raced out of my house to handle it..." was what the viking told me.
he also told me how to break into his house. so i did, and revved up his playstation. Grow Street For LIfe, bitches!
December 2002 January 2003 February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 June 2003 July 2003 August 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 January 2004 February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 January 2006 July 2007