Lighting up my blunt and drinking coffee to this, that was fucking hardcore you could have at least warned me. 😁
A bit like this crocodile picture, it sneaked on me. I clicked on it without noticing the crocodile, this mofo would have just snatched my leg before I even understand what's up and drag me under water.
Thanks for being sincere, I still don't know what I am want to write about, I know i wanna post on Hive, but the last one took forever to write, I want something easy and simple. Maybe I'll workout and make a video. But even THAT is too much work as I have to edit and shit.
Maybe just talking to the camera, people enjoy hearing French people talking with a French accent, right?
Great title also hahaha
Good morning!
Yes, I think it's general knowledge people love hearing a French accent.
I know what you mean, I regularly think of something to write about (film, draw, etc) and the amount of time that goes into the project prior to clicking the post button plays a factor in my mind before I type one word.
I'm glad you liked this one dude, thank you. I kinda got too many fucked up memories in my head, by the time I choose to open up about them, i run outta shit to say so i freestyle a rhyme or something distracting.
The first time I remember hearing the B-word was from the same dude. That one woke me up, I'll never forget what I saw in the hallway. I went looking for him one time Ed, I would've been in my early 30's. Went all through the old neighborhood looking for him, I had some fellas with me too.
I knew his place of employment when I lived in that house, he was retired by the time I went looking for him, it was private property, security guard had to relay that info and insist we depart before he reports us as trespassing. He didn't live on Eaton Street anymore and I even went to his mothers house, she wasn't alive anymore I guess or maybe she moved. I didn't find him. <- Gods will.
Crocodile. Man it was all fun and games when we saw the thing from a distance. Tour guide cruised the boat closer and closer to it. Right about the time we got to that cover image, the damn thing went in the muddy water somewhere. I was freaked out the remainder of the tour!
I saw your recent UFC article—thumbs up!
In the Gems community, all the nice Venezuelan people appear to be making spiders from pieces of wire, caterpillars from egg boxes and painting Peacocks on their faces with make-up. I hope this inspires you :-)