i AM Clay Fool!!!!!!!!!

LET ME SAY THIS TO ALL THE HATERS OUT THERE:If you talk about people behind their back your a fucking peice of shit. I know alot of people who claim to be real but when comes down to it, they are only out for themselves. If i got something to say about someone i don't discuss it with other people first unless i'm saying something nice. Have we forgotten what we were taught in elementary school. If you don't have something nice to say about somebody then keep your mother-fucking mouth shut. Guys who fuck their homies ex-chicks without saying something to their homie are not your fucking friend. Mother-fuckers who think the car they drive or the money they spend makes them who they are, are spineless bitches. Most importantly if you ain't man enough to say what you gotta say to somebodys face then shut your goddamn mouth. I'm sick of this shit. True friends are those people out there few and far between that never judge you, that stand beside you no matter what, and will never let any fake ass bitches or dudes come between your "real" friendship. I challenge everyone who reads this to listen to their so-called-friends the next time they talk, and see how many of them talk about other people that aren't there. The ones that do are the ones that talk about your ass when your not around. Thats no friend thats a hater.----------------------------------------My name is Clay and I like to be happy. A few things that make me happy are, hanging out with friends, spending time with my daughter, driving really fast, driving anything BIG, drinking beer, getting off work, paydays, Star Trek, my mom’s king ranch chicken, when Lionel rolls, video games, relaxing on the couch or in a big leather chair, watches, two days after I get a hair cut, checking my email, voting, brand new pillows, satin sheets, clothes fresh from the dryer, fabric softener, Patron Silver, cheese enchiladas, my dads home cooked burgers, the way Tremaine fiends for home cooked sausage, when Duane says bang bang bang, how me and Will always have the same car, toothpaste squeezed from the bottom, bars that serve $1.00 u-call-its, no cover, 20’s but not 22’s, surround sound, big TV’s, anytime I get to say Brenduhhhh, Brenda getting mad at me for saying Brenduhhh, “What UP”, Star Wars, When my pops tells stories, my moms laugh, my cousins ive only seen once, Christmas lights, sweetarts, brand new tires, Jets hey hey hey, the A-Team, the sound KIT makes, Fernando when hes mad, Lionel when he says why, Maria when she wears the nice tops, when Kym brings me the blanket, when I get to drive, my sister in a good mood, my sister happy drunk, black and silver, when we say what up to Biscuit, Transformers, huge boobs, small boobs, ALL, boobs, sleeping in the cold, cuddling in the cold, Ferris Buller days, Superman, Italian operas, old school hip-hop, Ice Cube’s It Was A GOOD DAY!, The Godfather, the patio with a Bud Light, freezing cold with a Newport and a cup of Jack. Well I guess off the top of my head that’s all I’ve got for now. At least ya know a little about me.