joey

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Layout Provided By FreeCodeSource.com - Browse Layouts JOSEPH GAMBINO JR. 1978-2006 joey gambino recently killed himself and he asked me to put this up on his site and say goodbye to everyone.im gonna keep his site up in his memory because he was an awesome freind and a great person.i dont know why he did it but its the least i could do for him.he was the greatest person i ever met and im gonna miss him dearly.in all my life i never met someone like him.he was an extraordinary man.he said he did it because he never could recover from what he did to himself.goodbye joey we all will miss you all in all,our fate,is the ones who really love,walk up and down outside your wall.some hand in hand,some gathered,some gathered together in bands,banging there hearts against some man barrier wall.and when theve given you there all so staggered,cause after all its not easy,banging there heart and then some always fall. i dunno what to say about me.im not your average joe...lol(dry humor can sometimes hurt)i have lived a lets say above par life.i have had situations in my life when not me,but other people have to sit back and say....what??how did he get himself into that one.one thing i know,i got the luck of a slap happy sailor.some people might not know the meaning of the term.no it dont have anything to do with smoking pole....you people...if it aint in your mouth its on your mind huh....(how did you like that i unsulted everyone who reads this in one fatal swoop)slapp happy sailor is what pirates called it when you got smacked around the boat during high winds.you become disoriented and kinda punch drunk after a while.so they eventually couldnt sail and would settle in tortuga where they drank like madmen and constantly spoke of there ventures and how they would love to be there again.the only thing is i dont drink.some prime examples of weird situations in my life are............i know real true blooded gypsies.my friend timmy when i was 24 ran into me and he took me to the boswells house in the middle of nowhere,va and im actually hanging out with a group of gypsies.its weird cause every thing you ever heard about them is true.they live many to one house.they all dress in there own way.but what fascinated me was there language.gypsies have there own language....in some cases dialect for that language.there pronunciation of words are sometimes barely even exsistent. a few words always stuck out to me.mush=man givel=woman vonger=food divvy=stupid custer=means somethings good chavvy=freind grav=alchohol.i even got to know basic phrases like.wana hava near gwend o staffa.which means lets go get fucked up basically.but these country bumpkin gypsies buy land in the middle of nowhere and all work together and pool there money together so that they work all week but god knows who is going to that day none of them work a 5 day work week.they will work 40 hours in 2 days but not 5 days a week.they have parties and bareknuckle fights just for the sport of it.if you havent heard enough about them or my life please feel free to ask more.another cool thing is my freind cory who i grew up with ended up as a guitarist in that band gwar