Sunday, November 30, 2008

This is a long one (that's what she said)



Can't stop the Thursday night madness!



Aight late.



So Thursday night madness popped off once again in proper Focho stylee, with many a representative in the house (must be that Alcohol Bailout yadidifuckcongressandamortgatebrokerandeverypoorlyruncrapcorporationlookingforthatgobmentcheese!). See the pictures and live the dream. The economy sucks, but we don't! So I gotta fill in the blanks where the pictures failed to tell the story. Che's blood relative can play a mean game of pool. Bobbi came thru and maxed hard but managed to avoid getting his soul swiped by my lens. Kelly's bf is from Canada and loves him some Focho. Chillin with Linda from Ms Boldt's class was tight, but walking into Angelique's house at 3am bumpin Mac Dre on the ipuss speakers, obnoxious/HYPHY as hell, and disrupting Linda's little romantic rendezvous was hilarious. Astronaut food is best served with a fresh wheat roll. Richard Simmons Sweating to the Oldies... futa. Watched that shit twice, fucking hilarious, rockin' the tucked look like it's going out of style.

So I got a lot more pictures of other stuff, and so does Ale, but that's gonna have to wait for another time. But in the meantime, get hype:


It's goin down folks. Tell ya mama come, and ya sista come.
When all else fails, Outkast and Ludacris can make the radio tight.
Me and Cyph's album is done, get at me for a copy.
Black's birthday was on the 25th. Wish that guy a happy day mo fucka.
I love breakfast, so do you.

And lastly...


Crank that choda boy!!!!



FOCHO Y QUE?!!!!!! Be sure to blog you monkey fathers!

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