vendredi 8 janvier 2010














here, i'm being fair...
celebrating diversity

6 commentaires:

Tanya a dit...

SLUTS!!!!

Pat Caza a dit...

they taste better than chicken...

Pat Caza a dit...

wohoho
I'm not trying to make waves, stir shit or start controversiaz
i was only letting my inner lesbian out for you fine and appreciated public
if you want me to, Tanya, I'll take the picture down, its no prob
while my monkeys are out doing some grocery shopping they let me administer this blog for them
you just say the word and its outta here
they should be back for supper, so it gives you a couple hours
...i just have one question, does your ass taste like chicken too ?

My Bad Caza a dit...

ah
that explains everything
I'm sorry, i didnt want to upset you
i didnt know
peace Tanya

SoBad Caza a dit...

I live in the gay part of downtown Montreal so I can somewhat understand
they dont really bother me though
bodybuilders that walks their little chihuahuas
décorateurs that walks around with their little ass shaking and pointing here and there like they would find it better with halogen lamps on ramps with dimmer switches and balloons
or the madame that lives next door to mine that i havent really figured out what she is was were or... i'd rather not think about it
she lives with this big ex-prisonner type guy and the other she was standing near me at the corner store and she smelled like the bathrooms of a Dunkin'Donut in a redlight district
funky...
anyhow
know what ?
me, its the straight people i cant stand or even smell
not straight as in gay vs straight
most of my gay friends are straight as hell
you know, the straights, conformists insidethebox sheeplike
those
but hey
have a worderlustyfull evening
cath you later, alligator
Patrick

SickPuppy Caza a dit...

fish ?
first time i hear that one
my, theyre bad...must be the vigourus mountain air from colorado
here, theyre quite mmm like people i guess, they do their things
i dont socialize much and I'm not good with politics, so my input here has no real value
i'm a solitaire wolf, i dont let people bother me
taking care of myself is a handfull enough as it is
people schmeople
all complicated
you know
what helps me get through is telling myself the end of the world has already happened a long time ago
and we all live in bonusland

i feel important when the baglady at the park come talk to me
and we throw stuff at pigeons
and laugh and have a cigarette

life is so fragile
one moment youre here and the next pop youre gone floating in some gutter

i dunno
I guess I dont know much
all the dope i did...
so many times past the border shaking it like theres no tomorrow if front of miss D
everyday is a bénédiction I'm not worthy of

and like i always tell my boss
smiling is 90% of the job