:WOMAN SCORNED:
.Butter Would'nt Melt.
Lisa Left Eye Lopes is the first person who comes to mind when I hear the saying 'There is nothing like a woman scorned' The beautiful badass, after discovering that her boyfriend Andre Rison was cheating on her, tried to burn a pair of his shoes...instead she burned down his $1.3 million dollar house.
"There was drinking involved...he stormed off and I decided to barbecue his tennis shoes. I threw them in the bathtub because I thought the fire could contain itself that way..."
She was sentenced to 5 years probation and fined $10,000 but it was probably worth it and something to laugh and write a song about with the other TLC members.
"There was drinking involved...he stormed off and I decided to barbecue his tennis shoes. I threw them in the bathtub because I thought the fire could contain itself that way..."
She was sentenced to 5 years probation and fined $10,000 but it was probably worth it and something to laugh and write a song about with the other TLC members.
woops
MATT HOLLOWAY PHOTOGRAPHY
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Chris Lilley's 'S.MOUSE'
Jokes programme called Angry Boys by Chris Lilley, the same guy that did Summer Heights High and We Can be Heroes. Reall funny. Watch it in Iplayer or download it from anywheres.
Shit my panties
I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I'm paralysed with fear.
Here’s the thing. The second that I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I’m completely fucked. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for my bedroom door, run outside the front door, and scream for help, hoping any neighbours hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.
You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.
About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise and I realized that I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room and hid under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.
I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on, I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. Whatever it was, it wasn't human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes, and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.
It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. Then, it sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. After that it started rubbing its hands on the walls, staining them with blood, and then drew a circle with a pentagram in it. To finish it off, it scribbled a message on the wall that I couldn't read in the darkness.
It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel the need to see, before I'm killed.
I peek at the creature's masterpiece.
"I know you're awake."
New Banksy in Camden
New Banksy just at the end of kentish town high street that was done this morning. Based on Tox, from Camden, who was recently found guilty of seven counts of criminal damage and convicted at Blackfriars.
NIKE 'THE POOL' BILLY MILLS WHEELS PT.2
Bad boy Billy Mills at the Nike 6.0 BMX UK event what he does best.
Follow Billy on wheels at http://twitter.com/#!/mills_billy
Billy Mill's Wheels
When you own a car like this at 22 you know you're fresh to death
you ever take it off any sweet jumps?
Yes...
Oh Boy
"Squale!"
used in gangs to signal other gang members when police are near by. OR as Urban Dictionary's second choice: A mix between a squirrel and a whale. Someone who has a squirrel face on a whale body.
Usually a big bitch.
Douche: your a shitty ass friend Pro: Whatever SQUALE !
"Be on the block with my boy, with the Roc fella boy
When the cops come......squalin!" Camron, 2001.
"Bitches be trippin" - And getting back up again..and then trippin again.
Used primarily by heterosexual males to justify the irrational behaviors of women.
J-Rell: Yo D-block dawgy dawg. I can't understand why my girlfriend all cryin n shit just because I forgot our mother fucking nine week anniversary mayn.
D-Block: Don't be trippin bout it my young buck young money weezy, just do what it do. Bitches be trippin n shit.
And if you still dont understand that very clear explanation I just gave then here is Wayne D's version of it below.
Boomerangs come back
My little homegirl is flying our messy Londinion nest and leaving back to down under and oh how we will miss her so. I hope you have fun and enjoy all the new experiences uni has to offer.
Be a good girl and always make your bed.
Dont miss us as we'll always be round the bend and it wont be too long till we will all see you again.
Dont get too drunk and go off into the night on your own because I dont think many chicken shops will be open around your parts...
You will be sorely missed and i have loved your company in and around town.
I cannot wait for the next time where we can go off in to the smokey night and sweaty dance to music we would only listen to in a club.
I love you and your Grace ways. xxxx Alysha
THIS ISN'T FUCKING GOODBYE, YOU CANT GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY! X
no no no no no no no no no no no
Dear Leicester City Council,
Can you please let us know what provisions you have in place in the event of a zombie invasion? Having watched several films it is clear that preparation for such an event is poor and one that councils throughout the kingdom must prepare for.
Please provide any information you may have.
Yours faithfully,
Concerned Citizen
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets
You’ll be down in earth quicker if you diss me tonight. But I’ll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight
OH SHHEEEEEEEEEET
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