reason # 213 to keep your eyes on your shit up in here.......

my boy Tony here (row 3 seat 2) musta dropped his wallet.

and , its just silly that i found it, on the stairs walking up in here.

i was all tired from driving back from the Bronx after the Yankee game last night with my boy Jaiden.... but when my eyes landed on this badboy...i dunno, my day just kinda got sparkly... like a vampire in the sunlight...

*huh?*

he's in a tizzzzzzy.

now, i need to wait until someone who i feel like messing with (the choices are ENDLESS .. HAHA!) leaves ther desk for a little bit (a meeting, lunch,,,, whatever) and then imma zap this pic to their email, and then send tony an email from THEIR computer demanding ransom, or cookies or some shit. the confusion will be quite splendid to watch from my little nook here in hell.

this vent.... sucks balls.

holy shit, mayne. the AC in my office shit the bed. it was 70 degrees when i walked out to lunch. *not so bad* 77 degrees when i got back, *kinda bad* 1 hour later,, and now its like napalm up in this mufugga.

that vent sits up there and you can HEAR air blowing out of it....

*wipes forehead*

i sweat man!

sweaty neddy!

i feel like im workin for kathy lee gifford ,,,,,

kinda like i need to be sewing ROCAWEAR labels on over priced t shirts in a sweat shop in a straw hut in cambodia or some shit....

this aint right.