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Saturday, April 21, 2007
Break Yo' Self!!!  Drive-by's are an often used method in gang warfare. Slow car, tinted windows, loud music, window open, gunshots, tires screech, someone dead. But nowadays, people know drive by's from a mile away. The whole purpose has become so mundane the drive-by, which used to be a useful surprise attack, are now a familiar annoyance. Has gang violence reached a standstill in innovation? Not if I can help it.    Fuck drive-by's, we doin Fly-by's!!! What's more gangsta than literally dropping into a hood just shooting up everything?! And since no one connects a parachute with a shooting, no ones the wiser. So next time you see a Super Twin Otter on 24's, be prepared for some shit going down. ....Of course this is BS (though, if someone did parachute into a neighborhood shooting, it'd only reaffirm how big Scribble is). It's photos from my skydive at Perris Skydiving (was it worth the money? Yes. Did they really over exaggerate the swimming pool and bar? HELL YES) Expect a post from Jesse soon, and my video if I feel like getting off my ass and editing it. 
Friday, April 20, 2007
Imma fall from the sky like da rain Ok so I haven't really got around to making the grand posts that I need to. Also, I'm going sky diving tomorrow so if this never gets updated again (at least by me) you'll know why. For now, I felt this was post worthy: 
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
20 woot woot! Twenty is a useless age.. but at least I'm going fucking skydiving. If you're interested, check out: http://theskin.biz/jessebirthday.pdf I got tons of shit to post btw. Hopefully I'll get them up before my spring break is over. It's a celebration bitches!#$%
Monday, April 2, 2007
Frankie B's! Here are two videos from Nick and Tim's joint 20th Birthday Party from a couple weeks back. Pretty drunken night thanks to Tim's killer jungle juice that fucking knocked out everyone including Sohail and Ashkahn who were trying to out drink each other. Anyways I was drunk when I took these so they don't make too much sense..but basically Sohail is passed out on Tim's bed with Kate and ghaz and her bf...Ashkahn passed out in the chair, Nick running around like an idiot and climbing in and out of Tim's window and Danny playing Nintendo Wii while Jestin and Myself make fun of everyone. Anyways here they are 
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Hip Hop is Oversexualized? You're Kidding Me! I just heard what is undoubtedly the best song of the year, and quite possibly the greatest song of all time. Read this chorus and tell me if it isn't : "Bet if I suck on dat pussy (that'll get you wet) and rub my hand on dat clit (that'll get you wet) and rub my tongue down your neck (that'll get you wet) bet if I suck on dem titties (that'll get you wet)" IT'S FUCKING POETRY IN MOTION!!! And it beats Hemingway by a long shot. It's called "Get you wet" and it's by Plies and Pleasure. And wow... I was awestruck... the imagery, in lines such as "Pussy so wet feel like she pissed on herself," and "pussy full of juices hittin' nothin' but guts." IT'S SO WET HE'S FUCKING INTERNAL ORGANS!! What's next, my dick is so big I'm fucking her esophagus doggystyle?? I can't wait. And apparently, the song has mystical powers, as women are claiming that they are getting wet just by hearing the song!! I will be pissed off if this doesn't sweep the Grammy's. See, most people say that Hip Hop/R&B is oversexualized, but I beg to disagree. This is social commentary of the highest kind, one that asks not for education and independence and using your voice to inspire change (which are cliche), but rather getting your significant other "wet," which is far more important in today's time of crime, declining test scores, and political apathy. We could learn something from this brilliant work of art. Hope this answers your question of "Is Scribble dead?" with a resounding "Hell no." And if you can't read between the lines you're an idiot.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Liquor  Check it out
Monday, March 12, 2007
Frank Sinatra is a BADASS First off I'd like to reinstate the fact that Frank Sinatra is a fucking complete BADASS. I've been listening to his My Way CD (which is a compilation of his famous hits) for the last week. Definitely one of the best singers this world has ever seen, I can only imagine how many girls he took down back in the mid 1900's, he laid pipe across America. Anyways, I have to say that UCLA kids are extremely gullible or Sohail and I are very good actors. I think it's the latter. Anyway,s after a party on Thursday night Sohail was acting drunk as we walked back towards campus. We were originally with some girls but we dropped them off and continued back to my dorm. As we approached a large set of stairs Sohail started acting drunk again, grasping the handrail and making as though his feet were very heavy as he stepped slopily down the stairs. I noticed that the people walking up the stairs were looking at him as they walked up to the top so I took that as my cue to begin: "Hurry the fuck up your worthless piece of shit! You always drink too much and can't make it back!" As I yelled at him increasingly louder they people at the top of the stairs, which was about 8 people, stopped and came back to see what was going down with in the middle of the stairway. Sohail proceeded to a flat in the stairs where he stood up stumbling and whatnot. He then yelled at me repeatedly "Fuck you, fuck you man, slap me! you faggot slap me then!" He was being such a drunk idiot I forgot that he was completely sober and only acting for a second, after yelling "SLAP ME!" a couple more times directly in my face I look down to see that 10 guys are also watching now and egging us on to get into a fight. Now there are about 30 people from upstairs and downstairs looking at us. I turned to the people and said "should I slap this fag?" And they all obviously agree because who wouldn't want to see a good fight? I slap Sohail pretty hard across his face and he continues to stare dead at me only to say "SLAP ME!" again So I slap him again and again and again He then tries to get me to slap the other side of his face but I slapped the same side again haha At this point some random dude from the bottom group runs up and says "Let me slap him!" So this is where our little act is over, Sohail comes out of drunken idiot form and says "haha I'm just kidding you fucking idiots" The entire crowd starts laughing and we continue downstairs towards our dorm. The entire group of guys is laughing and applauding us, shaking our hands and whatnot. We probably made their night because not one of them was getting laid or got laid that night. It was pretty funny. We decided that we should do stuff like that more often, so keep and eye out for some more Tom Foolery and maybe even some video clips if we can get our hands on a decent camera! Southpark is Classic
Friday, March 9, 2007
Lazy? You'll Love This. Someone invented a refrigerator. That throws beers to you. I'll admit, I wish I thought of it first, but only because I know it will make millions. You would have to think "Wow, getting up is so difficult. Isn't there a way I can get stuff without getting my lazy ass off the couch?" And then Eureka! A machine that throws you stuff. You know what would suck (or own, from my perspective)? The machine sells like crazy. And then suddenly freak accidents galore. Beer cans launching into people's faces, balls, and vaginas (yes, beer can rape). Next thing you know, the machine launches a can into someone's spine, paralyzing them for life. Hell, at least then they'd have a legit reason for using the machine. I'm all for innovation and creativity, no matter how asinine it is. And I'm happy that this person came up with this idea, because it reminds me of how obsessed we are with trying so hard to come up with ways to do the least work possible. I didn't put a video in because I want to push more towards our own original IP's than just pasting other people's stuff in(in other words, fuck free promotion). I'd much rather have people put videos with "got scribble?" on their site than us promote others. I know for a fact me and Jesse have tons of ideas and I'm positive the rest of the team does, it's all a matter of getting on the same page and having a definite objective. Trust me : the potential is nowhere near tapped.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Mystery Method i was at the bookstore the other day and was stoked to see that they actually are publishing the Mystery Method. so i forked over 20 dollars and got that shit. i havent even started reading cuz i have other shit on my mind. apparently i'm not doing well in class according to my teacher so i am gonna take a leave of absence from school and restart classes when they resume... yes that means i have a 4 week break starting from today. 4 weeks of mystery method... time to blow drama out the water. like literally... i'ma give him a blow job while he is swimming until he gets out the water. 
Sunday, March 4, 2007
DILF This unamed girl is our age (20) nocturnal wrx: that girl fucked a 42 year old nocturnal wrx: hahahaha nocturnal wrx: she is cute too mishkathebier: ahaha mishkathebier: jesus nocturnal wrx: i was so disappointed mishkathebier: yeah she looks like my ex, just uglier nocturnal wrx: i told you about that right? mishkathebier: nope nocturnal wrx: hahah nocturnal wrx: girl fucked a 42 year old New Zealander nocturnal wrx: biker nocturnal wrx: hahaa mishkathebier: thats fucking gross nocturnal wrx: the guy lived in same apartment complex as her friend mishkathebier: jesus nocturnal wrx: her friend lives with her parents in that apartment nocturnal wrx: and her parents found out nocturnal wrx: hahahahahahaha mishkathebier: AHAHAHA mishkathebier: wtf mishkathebier: soo good nocturnal wrx: fuckin weird nocturnal wrx: tellin her nocturnal wrx: i was going off on her nocturnal wrx: relentless nocturnal wrx: just heckling her nocturnal wrx: and she was just laughing girl is so chill nocturnal wrx: shes like a total dude nocturnal wrx: i was like what were you thinking nocturnal wrx: you don't fuck 42 year olds nocturnal wrx: you have problems nocturnal wrx: you need help mishkathebier: hahaha nocturnal wrx: call loveline mishkathebier: ahahahhaa nocturnal wrx: there is no such thing as a DILF nocturnal wrx: Dad I'd like to Fuck mishkathebier: hahaha mishkathebier: im dying mishkathebier: thats so slutty nocturnal wrx: it all started off when she said she digs older men nocturnal wrx: i being curious nocturnal wrx: said how old nocturnal wrx: she wouldn't answer nocturnal wrx: so after about 10 times asking her (edit: and a couple drinks) nocturnal wrx: shes like "OKAY HE WAS 42 YEARS OLD AND A DAMN GOOD BANG" nocturnal wrx: and she was like if you had the chance to fuck a 42 year old you would if she was hot mishkathebier: AHAHA, jesus christ nocturnal wrx: and i was like nocturnal wrx: fuck nocturnal wrx: got me there nocturnal wrx: hahaha mishkathebier: haha, serious
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Cr0oKeD eYe XP: "suck my butt ugly face" Cr0oKeD eYe XP: that's your profile Cr0oKeD eYe XP: congratulations shrumhouse: cant help your face is ugly Cr0oKeD eYe XP: your face not mine idiot shrumhouse: no yours shrumhouse: idiot Cr0oKeD eYe XP: max are you really this slow today? shrumhouse: no i just dont understand why your arguing this Cr0oKeD eYe XP: do u mean to say "suck my butt, ugly face" shrumhouse: look shrumhouse: faggot Cr0oKeD eYe XP: as in you suck my butt you ugly face shrumhouse: find some1 else to bother im doing homework shrumhouse: i dont need a grammer lesson right now Cr0oKeD eYe XP: or are u saying your face it butt ugly and you want to suck it shrumhouse signed off at 1:18:27 PM. 
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Protest Something quick to think about: What seems to be a more effective protest? A bunch of hippies who obviously look like they're smoking pot, wearing flags and body paint and hugging eachother. or The protest in V for Vendetta. If we want to accomplish anything, we need to dress in suites and masks, and not say a damn word. Just stand there, scaring the shit out of people. You see a bunch of hippies protesting the war, big deal. What're they gonna do? You see a bunch of people marching with suites and masks on not saying a word and then stopping whereever they feel necessary to stand in complete silence? You've made somebody shake. I'm going to buy us all George W. Bush masks so we can protest this war!
1 in 4 People With Aids 1 in 4 people with aids don't tell their partners. Because they don't know. Thanks to Trojan condoms, I know this "fact." Yeah I put quotes around the word fact, you know why? Because this is just another silly ploy for big business to sell condoms. Trojan condoms. America's Number 1 Most Trusted Condom, supposedly. Then why do you need to advertise this supposed life threatening disease called "AIDS" in all of your commercials? Fuck you, Trojan condoms. Just to spite you, not only am I not going to wear condoms anymore, I'm going to throw away whatever condoms I had and have as much unprotected sex as possible. 1 in 4 Trojan commercials can suck my dick. The other 3 can eat my ass.
Screw that..  I walked into the computer lab at my school this morning so I could print out some power point presentation notes for my business law class. As I entered the lab, I looked around the room and realized that EVERY goddamn computer was taken already because 90% of students use the campus network to check their worthless, piece of shit myspaces. The ironic thing is that the computers on the campus network are designated for "academic use only" yet when I try to log on to gmail.com to check my goddamn email, my access is restricted. WHAT THE FUCK!?Scribble up, myshitspace down.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monkey See, Monkey Do.. in the EAR!  Everyone has seen the hit comedy "Family Guy" that airs on FOX TV. Well, the other day I had this interesting conversation with a female companion of mine, Ms. Tangerine, that led me to the realization of something very interesting about this show. So apparently this show has a strong influence over its viewers that seems to work as effectively as hypnotic suggestion. If you've seen a single episode from any season of Family Guy, you'd know that this show is a series of super random ass comedy [in which every event in any episode is to be taken as a joke]. But what you may not beware of is that this show actually sets the trend for what some of us find as entertainment (this is where cartoon events begin to drift into reality - not supposed to happen). Surprisingly enough, it as well sets the trends for what some of its viewers do to one another sexually. So here's a clip from this episode that aired as a re-run on Sunday night: If you've seen it, this episode's about sex education and practicing abstinence. Let's face it: if kids (young adults) can't be fucking, they will take up some type of alternative. So back to the conversation with my friend Tangerine, we were talking on AIM and I found the conversation ironic because it took place the next day (Monday) after the episode aired. The conversation went something like this: Tangerine: ohhh, a NEW Tangerine STORY jesseislil: lets hear it Tangerine: I had sex, ear sex, and received oral in my car @ the smc parking lot today jesseislil: ear sex.. u saw that shit on south park the other day didnt you!!! Tangerine: LMAO-FOR REAL? jesseislil: do you watch south park? Tangerine: They played it on FAMILY GUY last night too Tangerine: lmao Tangerine: some times jesseislil: ohh wait, its family guy jesseislil: im trippin jesseislil: but yeah, ear sex definitely Tangerine: LMAO jesseislil: did he bust in your ear and fuck up your hearing?? Tangerine: It was kinda interesting, but it couldn't really fit, and started to hurt after a while, cause that fool it HUGE Tangerine: but yeah it all started out we hadn't seen each other ALLL day...so then at 5:30 we both got out of class Tangerine: we decided to meet at my car jesseislil: oo spicy Tangerine: then we started making out, and kept talking about how all we were thinking about all day was fucking one another Tangerine: so then he and I start getting to it, we start fucking in the back seat of my New, 2007 Toyota Camery (silver)... then like 5 parking inforcments like kept passing by Tangerine: lol Tangerine: so then ppl kept honking their horns and were shouting out their window "Are you leaving?" Tangerine: so I go down like I'm about to give him head, but his balls smelt bad(and I secretly ALWAYS wondered what ear sex felt like)...so I just sucked on it a bit, then put it to my ear and started jerking it Tangerine: lol Coincidence? I think NOT! ..ok so at this point in the conversation, it becomes no longer relevant to the original point I was trying to make, but it's still goddamn funny if you choose to read it: Full Tangerine Conversation Oh and in response to Drama's post about his night with salvia, fools everywhere are going to be trying that shit now. I'm only the slightest bit curious because Drama left me with this: "I suggest you try it so you will understand why you should not do it." One more thing, it's a little bit late but welcome Ether, Drama and Apache fucking horse to scribble!
I shaved my mustache Wan time, many years ago... I was being chased from my village by the bosses of the land. I run for 20 day and 20 nights from des large hombres. Dey had killed my family becoz we haded en nuestro posesssion de secret for life! So I ran with de secret until de large bosses could find me no more. Anyways, I just wanned to write somethin here, because if there is passion in shit, the money will follow. I was very passionate about my mustache, and I just shaved it. It is a shame. 
Monday, February 26, 2007
"look, i love you so much i'm eating carbs." i wasn't even looking at the t.v. screen while it was on, but still that quote caught my attention. it was a little before 10 p.m and all of my <18 female friends were away from their computers and watching the same exact show, yet didn't pay any attention to that quote. it passed through their minds because its now a part of life to have that thought. yeah the show is called "the hills" and it is what's wrong with the world. i'm all for people taking care of their bodies and staying in health. but come the fuck on! every show on mtv is the most degrading garbage in the universe. mtv used to be about music and now its about dating shows, reality t.v., exposes on people who hate their lives because they are fat or ugly. and countless people buy into it. i have friends left and right that are the most beautiful people inside and outside that don't feel good enough for the opposite sex because society today has made it hard to like anyone that isn't perfect. no one wants to be smart anymore, they wanna look good. i meet tons of girls at parties that are just complete idiots. and if u jokingly make a comment about their personal appearance, they fly completely off the handle and either start crying or wreaking havoc on you. get a fuckin life people. that is why i can't love this country. the smartest people in the world livein america as do the dumbest people in the world. we have the ugliest people and the most beautiful people. the richest and the poorest. most peaceful and most violent. most chaste and the biggest whores. i would take france over this country anyday. or even canada for that matter. oh shit i'm missing "I LOVE NEW YORK."
My Night with Salvia Before I begin, I'd like to tell you all how disappointing it is to not see more posts on this. Enough of your friends know about it, if you had something entertaining to say they'd read it and post more. Get to writing, I know you aint doing shit else with your life. For those of you who haven't heard of Salvia, it's a plant. If one is so enticed, one can smoke said plant and get high. This plant is available legally at many places (I'm sure you LA folk can get it anywhere on Venice Beach). Recently, there was an article in the Daily Nexus (the UCSB school newspaper) which meant that the sale of Salvia would rise exponentially throughout Isla Vista. It did. It sold out at many of the places available but I was still able to buy a gram from Precious Slut, a tattoo parlor. When I asked about what it was like to smoke, the guy said "Intense but quick. Whatever you do, don't smoke it out of a bong. You will be on the floor in a fetal position like I was. Guaranteed." This asshole can't tell me what to do. Anyway, I head back with my friend Mishka, aka Loki, and we place some of this black ash into my pipe. We smoke a little bit - after drinking about a bottle of wine - and definitely feel something awkward. Loki said he felt that it was like smoking pot but faster. I, on the other hand, did not feel like I was smoking pot. The part of my body that was leaning against the wall began to numb and become one with the wall. Almost as if I had done mushrooms and it hit me right then and there. And as fast as the feeling came, it left. I'd say I was high for about 5 minutes. We had a lot left and a lot more to do that night so we figured we'd save some for tomorrow. Plus it smelled like shit when burned and we could hold off a little bit more. The next night, a girlfriend came up to visit and I told her about Salvia. She said she's like to try it, so I packed another bowl. This time, I thought, I'd put it in my ROOR. I was showing her how to smoke it: pack the bowl, light the bowl, milk the bong, inhale, HOLD. Now, the key to getting high off of salvia is the hold. The smoke needs enough time to be in your lungs in order for it to get into your bloodstream, otherwise you're wasting money and prefectly clean lungs. I don't remember exactly when I let go of the smoke, but I do remember looking around and not knowing anybody or anything around me. The feeling of impending doom blackened my room and I knew that if I didn't get out of there I was going to die. I'm not sure how else to describe it, but if any of you have ever smoked yourself into oblivion, you MAY have experienced this feeling. It's as though one is in a constant state of deja vu, and no matter what move you make you will always be five seconds behind. It doesn't sound scary - trust me, it is. What's scarier, not knowing there's a god or having cold-hard evidence of god's existence and knowing that for millions of years he has left you alone, just to fuck with you? If you're 2 steps behind your own body, time does not exist, you do not exist for you are just a pond on a giant chess board. And the pond always dies. Have you felt death before? Smoke salvia if you'd like to. I left my room and hid inside the bathroom, wiping my face on my towel not sure if crying would help me or kill me. I couldn't stand standing, let alone walking, and knew that if I was going to sit I would sink into depths I hadn't been able to imagine. I walk into my room and fall into my bed, motioning for everybody to get out. Pull the covers over your face that'll help. I can't breathe. Pull them back. It's too bright, pull them over. I can't breathe. Everybody needs to get the fuck out of here. Where am I? But, like I said before, it's strong and quick. And after about 8 or so minutes of tripping, I came out of it. Sat up right in my bed and finished a new bottle of wine. Passed out. Granted, my life hasn't been too painful. Very few deaths around me, good parents, good friends, a few surgeries but nothing to serious. But this was by far the worst thing I have ever done. I had never in my entire life felt so miserable. I suggest you all try smoking it with a little pot - it might balance out the effects of the drug. But if you even consider smoking it out of a bong, prepare for the longest 8 minutes of your entire life. Besides, crack is more fun anyway.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
The First of Many (or just some) Considering this is my first post on Got Scribble, I figured it would have to be a worthy story otherwise I'd just be a waste of bandwidth and alphabet. Tonight the opportunity arose in the form of a drunk roommate. But even in that single sentence I've gotten ahead of myself. Let's retrace our steps back to September 2006. I met my roommate Steve when I first moved to Isla Vista to attend UCSB. Nice enough kid from the bay area. One of the things I noticed immediately was his almost blatant prejudice towards anything non-white, non-christian, and non-republican. It was funny, at first, when I didn't realize the intensity of his prejudice, but it got old quick. Referring to "anti-bush" patrons of this country as "anti-American." "Nigger" and "Spic" used freely when enough alcohol touched his lips and he was referring to a person of color who we probably shouldn't like anyway (like our gardner's who keep stealing our beer cans which we could have used to recycle to receive money to purchase more beer cans. And pretty much him being the only republican in our household. (Granted, I am a moderate-liberal, and all for private business and capitalism, but i'm about as far from the right wing as some witty left-handed pun) But the kid was nice enough and put on a smiling face around my 1/2 black girlfriend whenever she was around - even though she could tell his fake smile from behind closed doors. I came in here with the basic assumption that of all my roommates, I would have to be the one to bring in new and young females. These guys had their group of friends and would most likely fail to show me any entertainment on the lady front (which I would be correct about). So I made it a point to do my facebook and freshman thing and find some meat to mingle amongst my roommates and I - something that I still think I should be thanked for. I did, however, make the mistake of befriending the average drunk freshmen bitches. And fellas I know you feel me on this: Cute enough to pretend to listen to while you try to get her drunk enough to play just-the-tip but not cute enough to invite over for dinner, introduce to the parents, or let sleep in your bed even if her vagina spat 1/2 dollars every hour. The girl who was most likely sheltered in high school and has no idea how to handle herself in a social situation and is now going insane on her own. These were the girls I let into our home. These are the girls that would haunt me until tonight. Steve is the kind of guy who doesn't look at a girl's character until after he's gotten the chance to play just-the-tip. And unfortunately for the rest of us, it took Steve months to play just-the-tip with his own left hand, so you know that the chances of him sleeping with a semi-decent looking girl are extremely slim. But I have to give it to the guy; he's persistent and sees no shut-down until beer is poured onto his lap - a quality I sometimes wish I had if I had the capacity to care for bitches. One night I was awoken at 3am to "Oh my god this movie's so funny!" And I walk out to see two guys fallen asleep, three girls eating popcorn, laughing on my couch to Steve-O sticking a hook through his cheek, with Steve patiently watching the girls laugh. "We've watched this three times already," he tells me. He would tell me later that they would watch it three more times because the movie was "So funny!" Gentlemen - Jackass 1 and 2 are hilarious. They're great for getting faded to and watching. Once. Hell, once a night, I could do it. That's saying a lot. How many movies have any of you seen 6 times in a row? .... No, no, no, i can wait.... What's that? None? I didn't fucking think so. Would you be able to stay awake for with some glimmer of hope that you might be able to touch this girl's titty in between popcorn breaks? If a girl doesn't head to my bed after the first drink, I'm going to bed with some tissues and lotion, because I could care less. Jenna Jameson has never left me with blue balls. So you can imagine how horrible I think these girls are. Loud, staying up watching the same movie all night, waking me from my slumber, and not giving my boy any play when he so obviously wants/needs it. So I tell the girl exactly what I was thinking at that moment, "For the love of all that is holy, get the fuck out of my house. I can't believe how obnoxious you are. We know this movie's fucking funny stop laughing like a goddamn hiyena. I swear to god my head is going to explode. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. lalalalalalalala..." and I proceeded to cover my ears and making whiny child-like noises until she got up to go make some more popcorn. Everyone was laughing. Everyone, but Steve. "Why do you have to disrespect my friends like that, man? I don't disrespect your friends." He said with a frowny frown frown. "Dude, if any of MY friends are as dumb as her and make you want to shoot yourself in the head, be my guest and call them on it because I just couldn't hold it in." "Nah, man, that's not cool. At least act nice." Fine. I'd act nice. I'd forget for a second that I brought this bitch into the house and that he's the only fucker here that can stand her. I'll forget that she couldn't be more loud or high pitched if she tried. And that was a month ago. And I let it go. Tonight she came by for dinner. And in the beginning, I was nice. Despite the fact that I had been holding in all day burns since I can't speak (going on day 10), I was still able to fill up more of the bottle. "Evan, can I use your phone charger?" I looked at her ready to burn and held it in! I was a good roommate and said, "Sure!" and took her phone into my room to charge it. I check my e-mail and grab a bottle of wine and when I'm walking into the kitchen, I here the bitch talking "I don't trust Evan with my cell phone, how do I know he's not text messaging with it." Wait, what? I'm going to do this bitch who I can't stand a favor and walk out onto her talking shit about me to my roommates at our dinner table, in our house, eating our food. Sorry, Steve, I can't fake it as well as you. And when she looked at my I made my best "I Hate You" hand movements that I could - which involved pointing to myself, punching my hands, shaking my fists, choking myself, and pointing to her. She got it. So did Steve. And he wasn't happy. It's not so much what she said that made me angry. It's just her character in general. I can't respect a dumb bitch. She's the girl who will walk around in a skirt, tube top, and UGGs because it's below 30 in SB but she still wants daddy to fuck her tonight. Fellas we turn our heads to look at the girl's ass, but if she was coming into your bed to lay next to you night after night, you might just have to kill her. Anyway, the entire night she was making an effort to make up for me hating her by reitterating how much she loves me "especially since you can't speak." So I reitterated my feelings for her. "Evan look at me," she said, "why do you hate me?" Since it's not a yes or no question, idiot, the only thing I could do is type in my phone why I hate her. I did it with a little style, "Emma," I typed, "the only reason I have ever been remotely nice to you is so that one of my roommates could fuck you, and you would leave me alone." That made her happy. She stormed out of my house, telling Steve that I had made her feel unwelcome in our house again and then proceeded to leave. I didn't mean to cock-block fellas, but if she wasn't putting out within the past two months, she damn sure wasn't going to tonight. I guess Drunk Steve felt otherwise. He came into the house to yell at poor silent me. There was a lot of hooplah, some of my friends even left the room because they were afraid shit was going down. But the essence of what he said was, "If you make my friends feel unwelcome in my house again I'm going to make you bleed." Well I don't take kindly to threats. I never have. But I can't stand up and yell at him, so what could I do? I look at him and with my right hand, begin to slowly punch myself in the face. Every punch getting harder and harder and harder. He was drunk, and I was staring at him, so I could tell he was getting scared. The essence of what I was trying to say was "Hit me." But he didn't get it. He just kept talking. "You think I'm joking?" Harder. "You think I'm joking?" Harder. He must have thought I was joking because when my face began to swell and my hand hurt I had to stop and begin to slap myself repeatedly over and over. "I'm serious don't do that fucking shit," he said as I slapped myself again and again. Stop. Your face is red and he's too dumb to realize that you're fucking crazy. Antagonize him. And so with one hand I made a fist, aimed it at him, and like British Royalty speaking to one's butler, I flicked my fingers out. Shoo. And turned to play the game he had interrupted. Now, if he was as angry and big and scary as he had led on, and was watching me punch myself, slap myself, and then disrespect HIM in front of other people by "shooing" him away, he should have jumped over the couch and punched me in the face. But what do you do when a man punches himself in the face? You run away like a little bitch. And that's what he did. He threw his beer bottle into our backyard - which makes a ton of sense because he'll probably be on clean-up duty tomorrow and stormed away, just like his bitch. He would later shut himself in his room and join my game of Call of Duty 3. The moral of the story my friends? What you can't settle in the streets, go home and settle in 360.
Friday, February 23, 2007
The Cost of Opportunity In life, that there are some things that you end up trading off for. In my film class, in order to watch some of Alfred Hitchcock's greatest films on a big screen, I have to listen to two and a half hours of bullshit from the professor and the wannabe weird "I'm so offbeat I'm gonna direct an independent film!" students. It got so excruciating I felt like "slapping a nigga today (slap-slap!)". And don't worry, I have G-Pass clearance to use that word. Speaking of slaps, if you have AIM and haven't tried out AIM Fight yet, go now. AIM fight is a application that let's you gauge your popularity against other users. I'd tell you how it works, but I don't care how it works. What I do care is that I thought I owned with near 7k, but then Jesse's SN owned me with 46k. With that, I realized another trade off : with all of the school, work, and projects I've been doing, I've went and gone Rodney King on my social life (again, appropriate G-Pass clearance for that reference). That's why I'm gonna go big on the projects I've got and make 2007 memorable. So the 81% of Scribble visitors who are going, "Who's that other black dude besides Matt?" You'll find out soon enough. Side Note : is anybody looking at the Anna Nicole Smith bs? Is it just me, or are these motherfuckers asking for a paternity test to PROVE THEY ARE THE BABY'S DADDY?! WTF?!!?
Monday, February 19, 2007
unproductive wow i hate being lazy. i woke up at 12:30, stayed in bed till 2:00, went to chipotle with adham, came home and sat in bed till 5 pm. now i'm watchin I LOVE NEW YORK and lookin at pictures from Saturday night. Apparently Yahaira is in love with this new dude and i don't know if it bothers me or not. whatever tho. i still rock. i need to go into full effect with THE OPERATION. my boys and i are gonna sit down and have a roundtable discussion because i see massive potential. everyone likes to party but lately no one knows how to throw one. i know my boys will be down. btw the date is most likely set for my next party. June 16th, 2007 to celebrate the anniversary of Operation A.S.S. and to officially kick off "The Operation." Not to mention we're gonna celebrate my 21st birthday. Those who know about it are stoked. this is one event that no one wants to miss. ahh only 4 months away. i think i'ma go for a walk. i'm too bored. i'm out like yahaira's new boy.
greetings ya'll peace peace ya'll. it's the one and only ether signin on to say what's up. it's 2:50AM so my mind is not all there for a post but maybe i can just let my fingers type while my mind drifts away... so without futher adoo or however the fuck you say it i'ma go on a rampage with my words not even caring enough to spell check or grammar check. i'm laying in my bed thinking about the days events. the first one was a text argument with an ex girlfriend the second was me reading the game and tryin to use the i don't give a fuck tactics on a girl. i also thought of something very intriguing. i wondered if there was a way to tell whether a girl is loud in bed just based off of her normal personality. i'ma cladssify them as: "mh mh" girls. "uuuuh uuuuuh" girls and "uh oh my FUCKING GOD I'M COMING YOU BIG BALLED FUCK" girls. i have a pretty good idea about some of my girlfriends. i also headed out to pedro today to hang out with some family. we rolled over to this club seduction bullshit (pretty much a nightclub for teens.) the place was packed and scores of people couldnt even get in. all i saw were dollar signs. i only wish i had more OPERATION business cards to hand out to those idiots paying 25 dollars to get in. i'm thinking about renting out a place for the summer and doing a one night out of the week teen club to rival seduction. my crew would stomp on those seduction fags. so after that we headed to pinks. i ate a hot dog and bought 2 more for a certain girl that loves pink's hot dogs. i decided to surprise her by taking it to her dorm in long beach on my way out from pedro. i got there and it was awkward. judging by the texts i was getting before hand i thought i'd at least get a kiss. nonetheless she appreciated the gesture and after an hour of 3rd wheelin i left. oh yeah she walked me out and gave me a hug. i don't ever remember chastising myself as much as i did as i was walking to my car in the rain. i trully felt pathetic. i didnt necessarily roll to long beach with stinky ass chili cheese dogs to get cooter in exchange, but seriously if u read our texts you'd swear the gal digs me at least a little. i think i'm bein played cuz i'm sure she juss loves all the attention i'm giving her. by the way, as far as relationships go, i think i'm the best man out there for the job. i dont know if i should be proud of that because up to now, it hasn't gotten me laid but it's gotten me lots of friends. and god knows i need more friends. especially friends that are girls that i can only fantasize about humpin their brains out because if that were to happen in real life it would be too awkward. so anyways. i managed to make it home in the rain without falling asleep. i'm thankfully still alive. ya'll should breathe a sigh of relief too because your world (if you know me well that is) won't be the same without me in it. lately i've been having thoughts about my funeral and who i'd want to be there. i think its gross but today i imagined getting robbed and a shot in the head at my dad's pizza place. usually when i doubt my worth, i think of shit like this because i start to wonder how people would mourn me. how long before i'm forgotten. anyways, i want my ex girlfriend to be at my funeral. i need to hit the gym too. something tells me that if i lost this burden called weight, all my "lets just be friends" girls will become "oooh i love it when u toungue my nipples" girls. i'd be irresistable because i can cook, i have style, i can tap that ass like shaft, and i have the most amazing house anyone has ever seen i don't settle for shit either. i have standards. i love the finer things in life. whooo shit. aight i'm out this shit. i'ma catch heat for this post i know it!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Crazy fun/life  Oh man last night was fun. My [half] "asian glow" sucks though and this drunk trick called me five because she was mad that she was 29 and didn't know how to hit a bong (not talking about the nice young lady pictured here). Anyways, fun night and happy birthday Yahaira!So back to what I originally wanted to say: Damn.. life is so crazy. Lately I've been thinking about how unpredictable life is. Enjoy the time you have on this planet, find out who your real friends are and make sure you are doing what you've always wanted to do because you can very easily lose the opportunity to experience these wonders. But one thing is for sure, you should definitely at all times know where you are in life, as well as your loved ones. Keep tabs on those you love by using this nifty world-wide cellphone locator. Cheers.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Sad memories and warm welcomes.. On a very serious and sad note, my dog Angel has vanished. I woke up Tuesday, February 13, the day before Valentine's Day, hopped out of bed and got ready to head out to school for my second day of the new semester. As I walked to the front door to leave my house, I noticed that my dog had crapped in the living room. Upset and in a hurry, I quickly and carelessly spanked her, yelled, 'BAD DOG!' and went off to school. That same afternoon, I returned home from school and Angel was missing. She was just gone.. lost.. stolen.. taken from me. I would never expect that to be my last time seeing her. It's now been three long days since I've last seen Angel, and I still, to this day have absolutely no idea what happened to her. I've been soo fucking sad, upset and frustrated.. I can't use words to describe how I truely feel. How fucked up. In memory of my Angel:  Onto a better note, we're starting to move along now. I've made some updates to the site and I would like to welcome Deandre as the newest addition to the scribble team. Scribble will be adopting a few more new members within the next week, so be sure to check back and give them their warm welcomes.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Scribble Returns Alright, after some subliminal criticisms from Jesse, I've finally decided to get off my ass and post (though I would've liked the porn site alternative). But before we get up to speed with the new Scribble, here's a brief history of how it all started. Scribble started in late 2K as one of Jesse's original graphic design projects. It grew from a simple blog to one of the big networking hubs in Westchester. Simply put, you checked Scribble to see what was going down. Mind you, this was back when there was no "myspace" "facebook" or "youtube" which means no preset templates, no dumbass interfaces, just straight actual knowledge of HTML, PHP, Javascript, CSS, (if you're smart you get my gist by now). You not only had to know your shit, you had to know how to use it well. Now, everyone and their ten year old sister has a webpage. Blog control has suddenly gone to anyone who can make an email address and take a picture. Even worse, they think they're smart cause they have a voice...guess what...when retards go "der der der!!!" they're using their voice. In some cases there's no diff. Now that Scribble's back and reinvented for 2k7, you're going to see what really matters : clean, real, raw, uncensored opinformation (opinions + information). No grammatical polish, no air of self-righteousness, just real talk. To those uninitiated... welcome to Scribble. Make it rain, bitches. Make it rain.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
JKWON's Crib Son! Alright so it's been quite a while since someones made a post on this piece.. too long. Mofo's are being lazy. But anyways, I'm at SMC right now waiting for my math class to start. BOOO! (if you're a math whiz, hit me up, I'm going to need some tutoring). I'm in the cafeteria right now and I just met up with the homie Franco who's got something to share with yall: Get yo self a game room! Props to Franco. That's my boy son! Hopefully, we'll be posting a series of fresh videos for ya. BEWARE! We're about to do some collabo and come out with some fresh designs, shirts, shoes.. you name it. If you're interested and think you can contribute somehow, get at me through the contacts section. Also, be sure to check out theskin.biz and knock one out for the home team.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
RELEASE YOUR INHIBITIONS Jesse said If we don't post on here he's gonna make it into a porn site, not that I wouldn't enjoy that just as much if not more than the current site, I just wanna get scribble going off like a 15-year-old getting head for the first time. That's right we are going big. We have been doing a lot of brainstorming as to what the site should focus on and we have several ideas but are still trying to find that money point. Its gotta be material people will want to come read about or see and tell other people about, its gonna be big..very big. Anyways that will all come together in time, New Years was fuckin awesome. One of our buddies actually received fellatio on the dance floor...yes with everyone around him dancing and socializing. God knows how it happened but I have eye witness accounts of dick in mouth and knees on floor, what more do you need. I am surprised the party did not stop to witness this incredible act of drunken slutishness, but everyone was obviously too plastered to give a fuck about some lucky guy getting his knob polished. I believe that girl hooked up with about 10 guys that night, and also got railed in the hallway....since hallways are often mistaken for bedrooms when you're drunk. God knows what else happened but it sure was a nice kickoff to 2007, release your inhibitions and feel the dick in your mouth! Gotta give the funny vid of the day to hang with Jesse so here it is, this is old but funny.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
'07 - Who had more fun than we? New Years was a blast.. even though I was messed up and had to sit on the couch next to homegirl on the side of me before I could get up to walk around.  ..and yes that is a remote control for the plasma. I think she was trying to change the channel without her hands. Goddamn.. I wander if anyone will ever recognize her so her ass can be tagged on facebook- because I just know she has one.Man that party was friggin' gnarly! ..and how bout them spiders?
Sunday, December 31, 2006
We're baaaaack.. Fuck JT! I'm bringing scribble back! So getting my wisdom teeth yanked out sucked ass. My gums hurt and I'm hella irritated. I finished my vicodin supply too. But on the plus side, I finally got the new layout up, so technically this is the first post. All I want to say is expect many changes as the site develops, we're going to fill up this piece with the dopest, craziest shit you've ever seen, representing the west coast and people from all over southern cali. Rock the fuck on for New Years '07 Baaaaby!. We're ghost riding da school bus to roll in the New Years! (thanks jonathan) Expect good things.
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