Bout damn time, sons!! *lights a few and puffs out smoke*

Lucky you live Hawaii my @$$. This place is a **** spoiled boiling pot full of irritating pieces of crap known as "mokes". In other words, these "mokes" are pretty much a Hawaiian/Pacific Islander version of a redneck or a n***a annoying kind, not all) or a w***a all in all, they have one thing in common. They're f***in' annoying, especially my neighbors. hell, i know mokes, i hang out with a good number of them. some of them can actually be really reliable and tolerable but these bastards give those mokes a bad name.

Really, there is never a day that goes by where I don't say out loud that I won't kill them. Srsly, I would take pleasure in it if I could have the chance. I know there's that "thou shalt love thy neighbor" but these @$$holes don't deserve any love. They make it f'n impossible for me to spare a damn care for them. These bastards are f***ing pigs plain and simple. incestuous pigs, since all their family just seems to come for very long @$$ visits irritating people they don't know nor have they lived next to for a certain period of time.

First off, they let their dog go take a $#it on the damn road and most times they don't bother to get off their fat @$$es and pick it up for damn once so either my grandma or myself have to do the job for them since it's around our house's general area and drive way and i'd be damned if i ever run over them.

Secondly is their howdy doody lookin' kids, which is weird cause how could there be a haole born into into a Hawaiian family is beyond me but knowin the history of these crack heads (which some of them really are since the police actually came down and busted like two of them one time) i would not be surprised to know how much times they opened their legs for their next fix. Anyway, back to the kids and this goes for the people living it up on the other side of my house as well. Up early(and sometimes late), no matter what the day may be, school day, weekend, holiday, bouncin their balls and makin REALLY unnecessary noise that can wake up the whole hood and to the point where a guy living up the hill behind my house actually told them to shut up when it should really be someone living right next to them like me doing that, but the thought that somebody did that really warmed my heart since the bastards went back inside after. and let's not forget the good old "could you get our ball in your yard schtick". my neighbors on both sides do this all the time and when two sets of irritating lil bastards (which some of them really are considering what they're yelling and arguing most of the time and seeing as how two kids looks like a cracker and the other one looks asian) you are just asking for crap to stir, especially when the f'n, no brain, idiots have their basketball hoop set up like right in front of your fence and they just leave it there no matter how much times we tell them and how much balls they end up losing. most of time, we just ignore them when they ask cause we're not taking time outta the day to give something back they'll just end of losing again anyways considering where their f'n hoop is at. sometimes, they make a scene and cause our dogs, who bark at anything that goes by the front door, to start barking so uncontrollably that even we can't get them to shut up after. and some times, the bastards have the nerve to jump our fence and grab it themselves, which is trespassing and illegal (i should know), and throws our dogs into more of a frenzy and the thing is, neither of their parents get after them and one time, one of their parents (the dumb f*** who ain't smart enough to move his basketball hoop) even told their brat to jump in and get it. Hell, one time I even caught the cracker @$$ inciting my dogs on purpose from right across the street in plain view. That was the last straw for me right thar and i just wanted to go out and beat the crap out of that tween (mentioning the 'tween' part cause this kid should be mature enough already not to do crap like that but apparently not) coward who can't even pick a fight with his own species. i was actually this close to actually getting out of the patio gate to kick some hapa-haole @$$ but my mom and grandma managed to calm me down and give the bastard a good "talking to" as if that will solve everything.

one time, i had the house to myself cause everybody else had errands to do. i'm just watching tv minding my own business when i hear the ball bouncing outside the house and i know already that they're playing with the hoop in front of the fence. the front door was already closed and the windows were covered and shut to give the impression to people that nobody was home, apparently that wasn't enough for this particular day. Suddenly, a very loud boom was made that came from something flying at like 200 mph at the front door, actually causing the wreath to fall off and some pictures to fall off the walls and shelves. i had to check out what the hell was going on so i opened the door and i see the bastards with their hand through the fence trying to grab the ball which apparently rolled or ricocheted all the way back to the fence. i look at the screen door to see one of the wood coverings actually got knock off from its hinges. in my mind, i knew this was no accident. no way it could had been especially with the amount of force that was put into the throw. i actually had to barge out and swiped the ball before they could get a good hold on it. i felt like beaning it at the oldest ones' heads knowing a bunch of kindergarteners couldn't muster up the strength to throw a basketball like that. i actually kept some composure and started b****in them out to the point of their parents, a self-proclaimed Christian,(the stupid idiot with the hoop) actually came out and asked what was going on and i'm like how the hell couldn't he have heard that loud boom?! i told him what happened, even showing him the pretty big piece of wood that was knock off from my screen door, and he still asked for the ball back and i'm all like, "hell no!! until you start acting like a damn parent for damn once and teach your bastard kids some f***in' discipline!! and while you're at it, go get off your lazy @$$ and move that hoop elsewhere or take your damn kids to the playground down the street!" i was so close to beaning him in the head with it and give his kids some spankings but i just went back in before i really lost my temper. when i got back in, i went into the patio, deflated the damn thing with a screwdriver and trashed it back in the front yard and i made sure he noticed but surprisingly he didn't do anything.

i'm starting to think i'm just hating their kids because this next one also pertains to cracker @$$ wannabe lebron james/hawaiian kid. my mom and dad just came back from some errands and a doctor's appointment and wen they were backing up into the garage the bastard was out playing ball, giving them the stinkeye and he was all like, "what?!" is an apparently hostile way. now, i know the "what" part must've been true cause i was outside working on the bowflex when that happened and when i heard it, i thought it was mean't for me. my mother has cancer and my father busts his @$$ the most through this entire situation and they don't need disrespectful $#it like that right now in our lives.

there's a handful of other things they do that piss me off like treating the road as if it's their own personal parking lot/driveway making it sometimes impossible to drive through, bringing in weird people over who seem like a bunch of ice heads, drug addicts, rapists, and all kinds of undesirables. hell, i hanged out with some drug addicts and other sorta bad people but i don't bring them home with me. hell, these are people even i would think twice before getting to know. i even caught one of them looking inside of another neighbor's house either looking for things to steal or checking to see if there is someone in there to gangbang. they're a bunch of scum and if i see them doing that at my house i won't think twice before kick their @$$es up outta here cause this neighborhood already has a bunch of pieces of $#it stinkin the place up already.

these are people i actually wish death upon. never have i done that, but now i do. i'm all for peace and love and all that but these people make it extremely hard for all of us to live a day through. can't even sleep peacefully without fear of a home invasion or some bastards making a f'n scene. top all this with the crappy christmas we've had to go through this year, this makes me wanna go light their houses on fire. if something like that happens beyond my own power, i wouldn't bother calling 911. i would stop, laugh, go there to try to piss some flames out and leave.

that's enough for this rant. tune in next time for my rant on mokes in general.

I just kinda felt the need to post it on my blog. Plenty of inspiration was put into this, my own version of what a Spongebob spin-off would (and should) be like.Copied and pasted directly from my original post in the SB forums.

Show Title: Break A Leg!

Synopsis: After years of enduring pain and torment being done to his leg in Bikini Bottom, mild-mannered Fred Rechid has finally snapped and goes above and beyond to take some 'necessary' action. He sues the city for all it's worth, deeming it an unsafe environment, and does so by using whatever resources he could remember and muster up during his failing days in law school. After many months of trials and tribulations, Fred finally wins his legal battle. Using his reparation money, he moves his two sons and his new fiance into a luxury apartment on the upper east side of New Kelp City. More money causes more problems when Fred's fiance and sons start squandering Fred's hard-earned money at an increasingly alarming rate. Now, Fred must go above and beyond to stabilize the family's financial situation in an unforgiving city full of wacky and unstable characters with an economy that is not so bubbling at the moment...or get hurt trying.

Main Characters:

Fred Rechid: (A.K.A. "My Leg!" Guy from the original series) A mild-mannered everyday man who suffers from agliophobia, other wise known as a fear of pain, most likely caused from his days of torment back in Bikini Bottom. He is very money conscious, but is not incredibly greedy like Mr. Krabs. Has two teenaged sons from a previous marriage. His first wife took off and was never seen or heard from again, leaving him to raise his two sons by himself. His fear of pain often times leaves him vulnerable in many situations and mostly causes him to get pushed around and not taken seriously by others, even his own family. He's a former office worker and janitor at Shady Shoals Retirement Home. Job searches for most of season one to usually hilarious and outrageous results. Later finds a more permanent position during the latter half as a secretary at the offices of Fancyson & Sons.

Sadie "Future Mrs. Rechid": Another background character from the original series who has a more prominent role in this series. She is Fred's fiance. They got engaged fairly recently. She is very dominant over Fred, splurges his money, and often gets after him with false accusations of adultery when in reality, she is the one cheating on Fred. She uses Fred for his money which she spends lavishly to satisfy her own material needs such as plastic surgery and clothes. She's not very fond of her future stepsons, but they're really fond of her. *wink wink*

Tommy Vincent Rechid: Seen previously as a background character in the original series. Fred's, now of age, oldest son who is very fond of motorcycles and leather, lots of leather. His biological mother abandoned him and his family at a young age, leading him and his younger brother to be raised up through most of their childhood and adolescence by a single parent in Fred. He seems to be the most disturbed of the two Rechid boys. He dropped out of high school and is mostly making a living off his father. Fred doesn't get after him much, or either of his boys for that matter, mostly due to his fear of Tommy and Monroe trying to inflict pain on him. Tommy shows Fred more respect than his little brother, but doesn't put it above him to intimidate his father along with his brother to give them a 'raise in their allowances'. He looks to make a name for himself in NKC, hoping to somehow buy his way to the top to outrageous results. Is oblivious to Sadie's obvious infidelity.

Monroe Timothy Rechid: Also seen as a background character in the original series. Fred's youngest son, younger than Tommy by one year. Fred considers him to be the more successful of his two boys. He's a star wide receiver for his new school's varsity team, is actually finishing up his high school education, and has scholarship offers coming from all across the ocean. His mother abandoned him at a young age, leaving him to be raised by Fred. Monroe hates his name, feeling it doesn't match up for all that he stands for. Whereas his father fears pain, Monroe takes sick pleasure in giving and receiving it, likely stemming from a past childhood experience in the original series. Literally taking the phrase "no pain, no gain" way too seriously. Unlike his brother, he doesn't feel the need to make his presence known as he feels people should already know who he is. Often competes with his brother over Sadie's attention. Is also just as clueless when it comes to Sadie's adultery.

Tom Smith: (A.K.A. "Chocolate! Guy" from the original series) Fred's best friend and Tommy's godfather from Bikini Bottom who mas moved on over to New Kelp City to start a new life, seeing it as a place of opportunity. Tom previously worked as a dentist and part time bartender in Bikini Bottom. He now works as a tour bus driver in NKC, claiming to see plenty of action while on the job. He is also a violent and long-time chocoholic, going above and beyond to satisfy his 'cravings'. He is also an aspiring actor, hoping to make it big on Waterway. He too had some painful experiences during his time in Bikini Bottom. Being confined to an iron butt for quite some time caused his marriage to implode. He helps Fred with his job searching during much of his season one appearances.

Rick Star: (Briefly seen in the Spongebob episode "Chocolate With Nuts") Is a dim-witted, sex crazed, and somewhat questionable pink starfish who is nearly identical to Patrick except he wears a shirt instead of pants. He's a co-worker of Fred's during the latter half of season one, working as a defense attorney for Fancyson & Sons. He is also a recovering 'sugar' addict, but is seen snorting a few ounces from time to time. Is also easily distracted from a situation, likely caused by his addiction and its side effects. He serves pretty much as Fred's own version of Patrick. Rick asks for Fred's help often with his cases, most of the time making Fred doing his work for him. Rick is also one of the very few who realizes Sadie's adulterous ways, but often or not completely forgets about it in the end in similar Patrick-fashion.

Larry the Lobster: A former professional bodybuilder, powerlifter, and part-time lifeguard from the original series. He is the guy that Sadie is seeing behind Fred's back. He moved to New Kelp City after being involved in a steroid scandal during the annual Bikini Bottom Mr. Ironman competition, which he was unceremoniously disqualified from competing. These are allegations that he denies sternly, claiming that it wasn't 'juice' that he was taking, but a 'protein shake'. He now works as a personal fitness instructor and lifestyle guru. He also works as a volunteer firefighter from time to time. He also goes through random fits of roid rage but uses his lifestyle expertise to calm himself down immediately after in order to keep his steroid abuse on the down low. His size apparently does compensate for something. *wink wink*

Squilliam Fancyson III: An antagonistic character previously seen in multiple Spongebob episodes. He works with his father and grandfather at the law firm, Fancyson & Sons, but has authority over majority of his employees, who often takes the time out of his day to abuse both verbally and physically. He hires Fred as his personal secretary during the latter half of season one. He always sends Fred out to perform increasingly difficult to almost impossible errands for him, as a way to test Fred's loyalties and his apparent fear of pain. He sees potential in Fred, whom he refers to as his 'bottom b***h' because of said potential shown during the cases Fred helps Rick with. After giving him an errand to run, Squilliam always tells Fred to "break a leg". Is also filthy stinkin' rich.

Episode List/Summaries:

S1E1) "No Money, Mo' Problems": After finally settling down into their new home in NKC, Fred is shocked to see many things around the apartment he don't remember buying. It soon becomes evident that his family is squandering his money for their own personal needs. Now, Fred must either take a stand or find another way to fix his alarmingly increasing financial troubles....no matter what the cost!

S1E2) "Mr. Money In The Bank": Fred decides to invest some of his money into the stock market so he can make money off his money, but when he asks for help from a shady stock broker (the Con Man from the Spongebob episode "Chocolate With Nuts"), his investments are seemingly nothing but bum deals. With every bum deal after bum deal, things seem to only benefit the con artist. But even more disturbing, Fred is not the only being played in this ponzi scheme.

S1E3) "Them Retchid Boys Are At It Again": Tommy and Monroe takes the family's new luxury sport boat mobile, and Sadie, out for a joyride. But things quickly go awry when alcohol and speed become deadly factors, and lives are being put at stake that are not their own. Meanwhile, Fred is out doing something he never thought he'd find himself doing ever again...job hunting.

S1E4) "Everybody's Working For The Weekend" & "Weekend At Larry's": The season's first episode with two separate segments. In "Everybody's Working For The Weekend", as punishment for their antics in the previous episode, Fred puts his feet down and forces Tommy and Monroe to apply for jobs to help pay off the damages done to the family's now wrecked up boat mobile. Fred is later shocked to find out that they found themselves jobs before he did, but will them Retchid boys be able to make do with what they've gotten themselves in to? In "Weekend At Larry's", while the boys are away, Sadie will play...and fool around with her new fitness instructor. Will she be able to seduce the supposed former roid junkie into submission, or will roid rage cause Larry not to take a hint at all?

S1E5) "Lone Sharks": Desperate for some more spare cash, Tom decides to take Fred to an underground poker tournament. But when Fred unknowingly and unwittingly accepts a seemingly kind gesture from a couple of gents, he finds himself in debt to a couple of loan sharks (emphasis on SHARKS). When they come to collect their backpay, Fred has no dice to show and a fight for survival quickly ensues. Things get even more heated when the malicious debt collectors start hitting Fred a little too close to home. Meanwhile, Tommy Vincent is out and about in town and finds himself recruited into the ranks of the former Bubble Poppin' Boys, the Booty Boppin' Boys.

S1E6) "Shakened, Not Stirred": To make up for the recent mishaps in the previous episode, Tom decides to sign Fred up for a bar tending class. Fred starts off on a rocky start, but as the days go on he soon finds his affinity for the art of bar tending. When he graduates, he immediately finds work at a local pub in Sea Queens and starts racking in quite a bit of cash that he makes only in tips. When Sadie catches wind of this, she starts to pressure Fred to expand his horizons to the bars and clubs of the much more popping nightclub scene in Sandhattan, knowing Fred could very well double or triple the amount he makes now. The Sandhattan scene soon proves to be much more difficult and demanding for Fred to handle. Meanwhile, Monroe decides to partake in some last minute conditioning before his big game and his personal fitness trainer is none other than Larry the Lobster, who starts introducing the Retchid boy to his own bad habits and 'protein shakes'.

S1E7) "Light My Fire": Larry the Lobster recruits a desperate Fred into the ranks of the volunteer fire department. All goes seemingly well until Fred finds out he's been putting his life on the line for nothing. Things go from bad to worse when Sadie comes to pay Larry a visit. Things go downhill even more when the Retchid's apartment building mysteriously catches on fire. Meanwhile, Tom takes Tommy and Monroe along for a guys' night out on the town but they get into trouble with some salty undesirables who have a bone to pick with Tommy as the night goes on.

S1E8) "Divine Intervention": After a scuffle at Monroe's football game, Fred decides to stage an intervention by helping Tom get over his sugar rush and Monroe with his steroid abuse. When his efforts at trying to reach them fail, Fred calls in professional help in the form of the sophisticated, hygienic, investigative, and self-proclaimed exploitive, Dr. Gil Gilliam. Meanwhile, Tommy and Sadie finally have some alone time when they're stuck with having to unpack what's left of their belongings into their new home in the suburbs of Sea Queens, but Tommy's plans are blown over when Larry the Lobster pays a surprise visit.

S1E9) "No Way On The Subway": Tommy's loyalties are tested when the Booty Boppin' Boys are invited to a 'gang summit' peace meeting in the Donx. Things go awry when the influential leader of one of the city's most powerful street gangs is shot and killed in cold blood. The Booty Boppers have been framed for the assassination, and now must make their way back home to Sea Queens by mindlessly and violently clobbering every obstacle that gets in their way...no matter who they may be and leaving the entire city in their wake. Meanwhile, Fred and the rest of the Rechid family and friends tune in on the radio to get updates on the story from Pearl, who is now a radio DJ, still not knowing that Tommy is one of the Boppers in turmoil in this very first one-hour episode that kind of pays homage to the 1979 cult classic film, "The Warriors" (which should not be remade!!).

S1E10) "Nipping At Your Nose": It's the holiday season and things are looking bleak for the Rechid's Christmas spirits. Fred is still out of a job and low on spending money which he is saving for the wedding, depressing him even more knowing he can't even give his family a decent Christmas. But monetary aid miraculously comes in the form of an elderly old fish who promises Fred a very hefty and handsome payment if he performs a quick and errand for him. Fred is soon making a killing just by cooperating with the old man, guaranteeing him and his family a very merry christmas. But Fred soon grows suspicious of the old man's activities when the cops get involved during one of his errands. Tom later tells Fred that the old man is "Salty Sal" Salvaccini Pesce, the don of one of NKC's most notorious organized crime families. Now, Fred must find a way out of his employment without having the Mafia on his tailfin.

S1E11) "First Impressions": Fred is called in for an interview at Fancyson & Sons, being one of the frontrunners up for the secretary position. He finds himself getting acquainted with the staff, particularly the odd, happy-go-lucky Rick Star. Fred finally meets the somewhat cynical, suave, sophisticated, greedy, and wench mongering Squilliam Fancyson III. Squilliam immediately hires Fred after a lengthy and hilariously awkward conversation about incest, once again crushing the hopes and dreams of other people who are less fortunate. Meanwhile, Sadie and Larry (well, mostly Larry) try to come to terms on their secret relationship.

S1E12) "Case & Point": It's Fred's first day on the job and he unwittingly finds himself having to listen and go through Rick's tour of Fancyson & Sons, which results in nothing productive being done by the end of the day, but gives him further insight into the lives of both Rick and Squilliam, who apparently has some "s*** in store" for Fred. Truly an ominous foreshadowing of things to come...When Fred finally gets home he tells Sadie that their wedding date has been set, leaving Sadie shocked even though she was there when they booked the date. Sadie now finds herself torn between two men...or is she really??

S1E13) "Eligible Bachelors": Tom, Tommy, and Monroe are throwing Fred a surprise bachelor party, but Fred is caught up at work and most likely won't be able to make it. They decide to make the most of it by hiring some strippers to perform, but things get dirty when their pimp comes along to crash the party at the seams. Meanwhile, Fred is out and about trying to get Squilliam his Chinese food to him on time while also dodging carefully placed hazards and obstacles that are the best that Squilliam's vast amount of money could buy.

S1E14) "Here Comes The Pride Part 1": The wedding day is finally upon us. The bride to be, Sadie, intends on bluntly telling Fred the truth of her adultery and wants out of the wedding, but the groomsman, Larry, wants her to take things slow so Fred won't be completely and utterly disappointed, but are caught in the act by none other than Rick Star. Meanwhile, Tommy and Monroe set out to find the wedding rings they lost in the previous episode. Having to retrace their steps if they ever hope to find them in this first half of the first ever two-part episode.

S1E15) "I Object! Part 2": Sadie and Larry are frantically out looking for Rick in an attempt to stop him from talking, with Larry freaking out with (roid) rage, creating a scene in front of everybody. They soon come to find out that Rick is a complete idiot, having apparently completely forgotten about the whole ordeal. In the meantime, Tommy and Monroe finally find the wedding rings, but will soon find out that their effort to find them would be all for naught. When the time for the "I Do's" comes around, Rick epically intervenes and finally sheds light on the whole situation, claiming to have just been "f****** around" when Sadie and Larry were interrogating him. Fred, now knowing the whole truth, gets over his fears for a rare moment and chew Sadie out with scathing obscenities before finally unleashing (or attempting to unleash, either one works) hell on Larry to end the first season.

Been up to nothin much recently. Life is hella boring atm. Doin nothin worth mentionin rite nao other than basically working out on the bowflex and watching stuff on netflix. hell, i even tried loggin on Nicktropolis, but now it's been changed to "The Club" or some bs like that and now i have to make a new account all together, losin all me contacts and touch with ma party crew as well as my room and all the crap i had stored in it. i have no reason loggin on there anymore. Actually gonna log on and post another blog for the time being.

What to talk about?? What is there to address??

Anybody knows how to install a cbox or something into this beeotch? I need an outlet for my creativity, social parodies, and pop culture satire and i don't feel like goin anywhere special just to do it. Just from the comfort of my own profile. So any help (if any) would be much appreciated...I also don't wanna go on Teh Oasis either since that place is kinda, y'know, dead....I do miss the smilies there tho. hella better than the crap they offer here. really made my emotions known thru my words of belittlement...

How is that thar Pringles Man doin?? Heard she was kinda dead too...

Is that Bunnigirl that posts here buni?? The name is uncanny, the demeanor seems toddler-like, but that attitude towards me disturbs me. said my callin card to her(??) and she(??) did nothin, man, nothin!! lil bastard acts as if i don't exist.

Isabel, keepin them floatin pair of chesticles warm for me have ya?? i'm quite parched. srsly tho, its been like ever since we talked and called each other names like butt-faced psycho donkey **** or my-boobs-are-too-big-for-my-vajay she-****. srsly, we must do brunch.

Are tkow and speech still an item...orwhut?? they have like the most complicated relationship ever, just get in bed and say, "we're naked!!" already and like it.

wtf ever happened to tkow in general?? bastard's all like, and i quote, " *speech's **** up butt* i'm leavin y'all for the refuge bai!!" and never even bother to cum back. not that i'm holdin a grudge or nothin but...

So...is Sharp still fappin to Dances with Wolves or what?? or has he moved on to beverly hills chihuahuas now??

slugg still causin dramaz or what??

yt ever go out with D-P-1??

are Space and Angel still a ship??

i don't even have to ask what Maddo's been up to...

iz Night still havin wet dreams about me??

has blondie moved on from me??

i srsly need to consider writing a damn story based on the endless misadventure of my OL life. would be a trip to read. you would all be in it...some way or another. hell, it'll be a hell of a lot better than whatever princess is writin nowadays that's for sure. i'd actually be my own man and character and not some **** lackey. for all that princess will die in her first chapter of my story. maddo can go start a pedorgy for all i care, he'll be written out too...$hit, i always come up with a cool idea to start a story or a show script or somethin but i never go through with it. i always stop and get lazy after the plannin process. examples being All My Refugees and that thing me and Vx were plannin before i left Teh Oasis.

playin Dead Rising 2 and the Undead Nightmare dlc for RDR, and watching The Walking Dead has inspired somethin in me to think of a zombie story with the refuge and oasis crews in it. proabaly won't get to it tho. i should just give up on that nao.

Well, that's what's on me mind. Hope you can comprehend it. Now. Try. To. Get. Some. Sleep. Out. There. (Isabel)

Well, I've managed to, how should I say it, 'graduate' from that bs youth challenge crap. Usually, I would be happy and overjoyed at the thought that I'm finally free to do as I please now, but I can really care less about all that jazz for now. During tht past couple months since my last blog entry, tragedies had struck me in ways I never would had expected. I was forced to miss the funerals of two people, who I cared for and cherished deeply. I don't wanna get too much into it, but the thought that I wasn't there to say my final goodbyes or even be there during their final days and moments really pisses me off and saddens me.So I spent the last week doing what I should've done and paid my final respects so that I could be at peace with myself and go on to hope that they're at peace where ever they may now be.

This past week has been hard on me for reals and it has given me a chance to ponder even more about where my life will take me now. I'm currently applying for whatever job that is available and fits my resume. I'm hoping to get hired as a bouncer for a poppin night club we have down here, so that'll be something to look forward to as the days go on. If the bouncer thing doesn't work out, then I'll probably look towards getting a job in security at the local hospital. Yep, nothing better to do than to serve and protect a bunch of sick people, pregnant broads, and newborn babes.

The thing I really am hoping I succeed in is playing the stock market(and actually win). I've got some dough to spare seldomly now, so why not take the risk? I've seen plenty of people do it, although they lost, but hell, they took the risk.

Another tidbit in this f'ed up life of mines is that I'm helping out a good friend of mines coach and manage a pop warner football team, so yeah. Better me than somebody like, let's say, Maddo.(Yeah, InAPhit, I went thar)

Now that I've addressed my real life situations, why not address the finer things going on on the interwebs?? Honestly, this extended time off the computer has been very enchanting on me. I feel as if I actually have a life now. Long story short, most my world wi(l)de netventures will be on my facebook(who uses myspace nowadays??) and youtube accounts(i am working on a world record for most videos favorited evar after all). TV.com has just gotten pretty boring. Most of the crew from back in the day are gone, and all that is left is a bunch of ppl i don't know nor do i even wanna bother to get to knowing, since i'm having a life and livin it nao. I'll most likely pop up every now and then whenever I find myself bored to the point where the only ppl left to talk to are the ppl i don't even know. My friends still have access to this account of mines so they may post around as well, most likely in forums I myself dare not post on since I'm mostly loitering around the avatar or animation forums.

Now onto a forum of my own creation, Teh Oasis. Lets just let the facts be known...that place is f***in dead, it's pretty plain and simple. That place may very well be beyond even my help and power. Besides, i'm pretty sure most of Teh Oasis Crew have moved on with their lives by now. Haven't heard from ole' Kiki, Issy, Tkow, Buni, Alpha, Maple, or anybody else worth mentioning since i left the place to begin with. Vxiel is out here...somewhere. I should move on myself, that place ain't gonna amount to anything anyways. It was born purely out of the lulz, so just let it die out of the lulz. Besides, the whole isolatedness makes it seem more badness, for whomsoever finds themselves wandering amongst it hallows threads will know of the living legends that once dwelled there, who graced it with their all knowing omnipotent presence. The Gods and The Titans of Teh Oasis that's who. They would know and hopefully carry on the word that there was a group, a gang of **** breaking outlaws that lived their lives in the fast lane. A group of individuals who had the cojones to f up another forum from the inside out just for the living hell of it!! A band of outlaws who stood up to The Man and stuck the finger so far up his face that even he was in awe and envious of their far superior manly parts.(well, except for Tkow, who kissed a$$ just to get back on there :p LOVE YA TKOW!!) These were their stories, this is their legend, THIS was their OASIS, This was their refuge from the refuge. Brings a tear to my eye knowing that happened so so long ago. :') But who knows, maybe once i grace the place with my essence things will start picking up again and the old crew will cum far and wide knowing their savior has FINALLY!! returned. Nah, livin too much of a life to sink back into that now, but srsly gaiz, we need to catch up. Have a few beers and just get drunk and eat some popped corn reminiscing the good ole days. Hell, bring some Refugees along for the ride and we'll have a mother cluckin' potluck!!

So yeah, The Puff is riding off into the sunset one more time, for better or for worst. This'll probably be my last blog for quite some time. I need to get my priorites and life straight. Think moar about the future and build up on it. Heroes get remembered but Legends never die, just follow your hearts kiddies and you'll never go wrong and all that mumbo jumbo.

This is Pablito Puff, FINALLY!! doing what he does best, signing off. Now tell me, CAN YA SMEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLUHHHHH WHAT THE PUFF....IZ.......

BURNIN'??!

This will probably be my first blog post in like, what, a year?? Anyways, to update those of you who still find solace and joy by skimming through my old blog posts or those of you venturing here because of that Lara Croft picture up there, The Puff am STILL alive and well. *takes a few bows* Most of yall won't know this mostly because I posted this little tidbit on Teh Oasis(go thar like nao) *wink wink fart fart*

I have spent like the past three or four months in some youth challenge **** because of some dumb **** I had gotten myself into that got me into the situation I'm in now. If you wanna know the whole situation behind this, feel free to take a ticket and wait in the back of the bus cause I ain't sayin that crap here.

I'm supposed to serve seven months and seeing as how i'm already practically halfway through, all i can say is that time waits for no man and it goes by in an instant. Don't get me wrong, these past few months have got to be some of the worst in my life, but i cherish it because it has given me the chance to ponder about where i went wrong in life and quite honestly, i've lost count and lost where. These past few months of servitude has also given me a chance to think about my future after all this crap is said and done. i'm still thinking about my future, but most likely i'll probably find myself having a dead-end job or in the military. pathetic self-loathing aside, i've been thinking about going to a trade school, UTI seems promising, especially after attending some meeting thing about the place last year and i'm already good with cars and it wouldn't hurt getting to know more about motorcycles or boats. I also have some big money(not really, about 10-12 grand and that ain't gonna get me jack crap these days) waiting for me once i'm outta here, but unlike what most people might do and what most people might think of me with cash, I don't really intend to squander it...kind of. I intend on investing it into something nice, maybe buy some stock here and there and be the limousine ridin, jet flyin, SOB i always dreamed of being.

Fantasies aside, usually I won't have access to any computer due to strict rules that are meant to break us, but this is one of those special weekends where they let us visit family. i gotta say, time has passed me by. i'm hearing **** about this Ga Ga Lady who's apparantly the new freaking Madonna of our generation and this Justin Beaver kid or however the hell you spell his last name, who is apparently some Vanilla Ice Jr. who looks like he is barely out of his diapers. i find myself feelin like an old fart all of a sudden just because i have a real taste in music. and what's up with all this jersey crap? Jersey Shore, Housewives of New Jersey etc. etc. how the hell are these broads supposedly **** famous?? i'd watch the Kardashians over them any given day of the week. they will not even get as much as a slight boner out of me. and what's with Glee? it just seems like some high school musical BS knock-off minus Disney. Either my friends have absolutely no taste in shows or i'm actually the sane one of the group and that is saying a lot.

Other than those little tid-bits, i'm finding life back on the outside to be refreshing, considering how long i've been locked up in some camp devoid of technology and hawt girls. I even built up some more good old muscle during my time away from everyday life and i can only hope i can keep this up even after i'm gone, because this is the best shape i've ever been in since my high school football days a year or so back.

I haven't done anything too over the top in a long ass while. must be a new record for me. i finally got a chance to catch up with some old friends and flames on myspace and facebook. i even got the chance to chat it up with the first true love of my life. i can not help but think about the day i let her slip away from me and spiralled me out of control and into old habits i thought i would never find myself doing again. things are all good between us now and i even got a virtual XOXO so that's something i guess. still in the friend zone, tho. rather have her as a friend than not to be with her at all.

During my absence, i have placed my tv.com/gamespot and youtube accounts into the very capable hands of some good friends, who i'd entrust my life to if i had to. so they'll keep the legend on in a way, although they make me sound too smart for my own good and they're still adding more to my list of favorited videos on youtube in our quest to favorite the most videos on youtube. we're almost up to 3,000 last i checked.

i have a few hours of visiting time left, so i best be off. remember, be sure to place the head gently into your mouth and you may bounce the balls if you like!! ruck fules and fawk teh police!! this is Pablito, doing what he does naturally, signing off.

- See yall in a few months (lulz at the tv.com censors. Biznatches can't censor The Puff)

Dudes I've been wanting one of these forever, and then suddenly earlier toda at Toys R Us, I finally effin found one! Damn, I never thought they'd still sale these babies since they only came out like four or five years ago.

Now, thanks to my new Vu-Go, I can finally record television shows and movies off my television set and into this fine lil' contraption. They said I was crazy and it never existed, but I WAS RIGHT!! And it only cost me like 20 bucks. I have to go test this baby out.

This is your chummy chum, Pablo, Doing what he does best, signing off.

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Wassup peeps! I know I haven't been on here for a long @$$ time, and I apologize for that. Its just that my heart belongs to the Refuge more. I'll try what I can to get a few posts made once in a while and submit a few contributions.

Fred Rising fans! Sorry I wasn't able to uphold my promise for this, and I don't think I can post up the rest of the story now, so the story is put on permanent hold until further notice.

Well, thats all for now, folks. So good night and have a good tomorrow! This is Pablo, doing what he does best fro the first time in a long time, signing off.

Yup, I'm an official "Newbie" of The Refuge. After some conversing and persuasion, I decided totake a look at the place, and I like its style to be honest. That, is my type of place to go. I got to get re-aquainted(sp?) with some old chums, so yeah. I'll be on The Refuge more often now, but I promise I'll be here a little often, and I will be back to post Fred Rising chapters for the Halloween Season(just for tommo) That's all for now, and stay gold(yes isabel, stay gold) This is Pablo_808, most fabulously as ever, signing off.