I love it when Evan and Clay beat the shit out of themselves just to make others (and i guess themselves) laugh. Thanks for puting two wholes on my walls i think it adds character. So to everyone at U-Towers take one (some more) for the team and just throw yourself off of my nonyeilding steps. JackASS 4-life
Pack of Wolves...New rap from walk DMC comming soon. Stay posted to this site for more updates
Well the old guestbook is gone forever. Sorry.
hello america. this is john walsh with america's most wanted . this week we will be running a story on the daleville four. these hardened thugs are considered armed and dangerous. ace aka: squeeb age 20 blond hair has his ass pierced madam red aka:judas age 21 brown hair lack the strength to move his body p-jack aka:the puritan age 21 who cares he's a fucking puritan mitcham aka: the 23 don age 20 brown hair smooth a risk taker if you have any information about these four call our hotline 1800eat my shit
Well i am off to jail tomorrow morning.....sorry to those of you that i couldn't get in touch with to hang out this weekend. Have a good Christmas and New Years, i know i will. I am sneaking an uzi into jail just in case i don't feel like staying. See you guys in three weeks unless i decide to use the uzi. PEACE OUT!
captains log. stardate ((((10.28.00))))) the vessel lands in the strange land known as PMI. The focus of our mission....investigate the strange ways of the young earthlings. Lt. CJ Mitcham accompanies me on our invasion of the lair of the strange and unusual. The natives are dressed in strange ways foreign to my understanding. Two large barrells of iquid are being consumed for enjoyment. I am foreign to their custom. In order not to alarm the locals i participate in the consumation of the beverage they hold so dearly."The Double R" as they say. The liquid gives me a strange feeling. Everything seems funny. I continue my research of the crowd. He dressed in a blue coat with white stripes and stared in wonder and delight at the people. The locals found this funny. Especially the man in the nice suit. The liquid begins to take a strange hold on me. The blank white wall captures my attention and i can't move. paralysed as if. I have been trapped by the locals. DRUGGED. The only escape is to expunge the poison and flee. Having purged myself of the drink and chicken i retreat to the PGA90 vessel and escape for refuge. Tommorrow's another day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END TRANSMISSION~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*****stardate10-25-00****** ----------------------------------------------------------- captains log: the drunk voyager has ventured into the black galaxy and run a ground. the crew found when searching the planet, a yellowish substance that the natives call beer. with they're own free will the crew consumed this foreign substance and reacted badly. Lt. wheels in a intoxicated manner grabbed a females reproductive organ. captain chris avoided capture while in this intoxicated manner but ran a muck, falling into the hands of a slanted eyed native. after capture chris awoke and then proceded to escape the clutches of the slanted eye. he then proceded to the drunk voyager. the search party found him laying on the ship. they proceded to exit this native galaxy, reluctant to have all the crew unharmed. they then ventured home with the captain hung from the rear of the ship because of lack of space. captain's log:10-24-00 captain:christopher j mitcham out---------------
get um mitchem, sign the damn book, i get board of beating it every time i get on the internet, give me something to read
damn it, are people so fucking ignorant that they dont't know where daleville is? i will kill the next person that doesn't sign the guestbook, don't hold me to that cause you suck if you can't sign a damn guestbook!