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A Smap Cakes Production
The JABS presents TransFormers at the ArcLight Theater
I'm picky, undecisive, but quick to snatch up a bad choice. I have few friends - and I'm quite content with that - I rarely talk to any of them though - again content with that. In this profile there'll be no bitching about ex's, no hating on people wearing sunglasses indoors, no prejudice against the conceited, the arrogant, or the attention-starved whores of this world.
No.
No, this time this "about me" section will be about me.
Finally. I know you wanted to read what I had to say about myself. Don't fret: I'll still be as rascist as ever, gookstain!
So, who the am I? I'm the silent kid among friends - you know the one that you don't really know but kinda recognize from last time? Yeah, I'm him. I'm the "I think he draws or something" guy. www.BillyBossKeen.com - that's my site with my drawings - you will be schooled - that or either laugh.
I procrastinate. I set goals that I can't reach. I also like pears. haven't had one in a while. I get bored quite easily. But I will never get bored of friends.
My friends are funny and cool. We like to make fun of people who try to be bad ass. I think that's why i took up the name "Billy Bad Ass." It's a parody on those cocky sumbitches. Ha. Am funny. So, I funny.
I have no girlfriend cus I'm so damn sarcastic. I like being sarcastic, though - it's my flaw. Low-self esteem engine? Yes, Sage - how'd you know?
I like guitars. I like them so much I bought two different kinds - yeah, two. Guitars. Electric and acoustic - that must mean that I'm more musically inclined than you! And guess what - I still can't play for shit! If God asked me to play some riffs for Her, I'd be like,"Fuck it. Game over, God. I don't know any chords. Sorry I couldn't play, but happy birthday anyway. The party's pretty fun, by the way." Jesus would still be cool even if I didn't know how to play guitar. Shit, like He knows how to play anyway. And you asstards gotta stop wearing "Jesus is my homeboy" t-shirts. Yeah, he loves you but he doesn't know you like that, though. Like "homeboy" status, no. He don't know you is all. Not yet anyway. Wear it in Heaven when He's really your homeboy - maybe He'll wear a "homeboy" t-shirt with your name on it! He's got mine already. I gave Him my bloodstained tattered t-shirt after I hit my car (dana "judy" jetson R.I.P.) against a center divider.
And yeah, I do know Jesus.
And yeah, His carpentry skills are simply amazing.
And yeah, He does cuss although His "vocabulary of curses" (yeah, I know - but that's what He calls it) mainly consists of words such as "poopy", "peepee face", "dummy head", and other words on that level. He thinks He's cool and all but really He acts like how you're mom tries to act cool, you know what I mean?
Well anyways, thanks for reading this long ass profile. It's long, huh? I know there aren't a lot of long ones like this here on MySpace and the ones that are long mainly consist of poems and crap like that. Poems are cool but keep them in your journal. YOU are not that inciteful. Neither am I.
Peace.
.billy