Mis amigos, el hijo del tigre está en mi casa otra vez

It means, 'my friends, the Tiger's son is at my house again.' One loudtalking MOFO that you can hear a mile away. In addition to the 1 or 2 skanky looking chicks is one hell of a party I would not like to have in my home. This is the time you'd wish you were a mutant. Some kinda special powers would come in useful. I would love to have the ability to make things or people disintegrate in front of me at will. Sadly, I don't have any powers and I feel like picking up one of my least favourite bowling balls and smashing his face in. I wonder if thats a vivid description. 14 lb bowling ball in face of Mr DITM (Dick in the mouth). Why else would he talk that way? I think we've stumbled upon a new breed of people. The Homo Ditmian.

Today I visited one of my favourite bowling alleys to check out some equipment. The shop owner didn't seem the least interested in doing business. I'd disintegrate him if I could. They were having some kinda zonal schools competition. I happened to see chicks some from my school. Bad news for anyone looking. Can't bowl and don't look good, yet they carry the proud look upon their faces. Little did they know they were among people who made it into the school history books. Most people would be proud to have made some kind of history. I can't say the same.

Quote of the day : The difference between a pizza and black guy is that a pizza can feed a family of four!