Frontin? Fuck y'all
Some bitch-ass motherfuckers been frontin on this site, sayin things about da Pope that are way out of order, actually. What do I say to y'all? Meet you in front of the Vatican for a skate-off, then we'll have a full measure of our respective values skate-wise. For sure.
So, the fuckin plan is this: get your board and get yo' ass on a plane. See you in St Peter's squah on Sunday morning at 11. I skate your ass into the ground, then I go say mass. It's simple: you're fucked.
Danza, this goes for you too!
The skatepope has left the building.
4 Comments:
Dear sir,
Please indulge me this short retelling of an incident that occured not long ago.
Last Friday afternoon I was blessed with the opportunity to witness the cunningness and heroics of the UCD Police Department first-hand. As I stood outside the library watching the activity of Red Square I became aware that something was wrong. Dead wrong. Upon further examination of the situation around me I realized what it was. There among the bicyclers, Rollerbladers, roller-skaters, and hackey-sackers were a few but ever-present evil skateboarders. As my life flashed in front of my eyes and my heartbeat began to race I desperately searched my head for the campus police phone number. But my efforts were not to be needed for at that moment I saw the skateboarders scatter in all directions as three police cars entered Red Square. The campus was saved! Unfortunately however, two of the skateboarders had eluded the police and were now hiding near the entrance of the library less than five feet away from me. Standing there helpless and paralyzed with fear I was able to overhear them talking in their strange "skater" language. In case the police ever needed help bringing these ruffians down I took to memory the fact that they were "students at the University" and "skated in Red Square often." Just when I thought the end was near I noticed a man wearing a suit and tie and carrying a briefcase approach the two skaters. As I was about to break my silence and warn this man of the looming danger and sure peril of our situations I saw him pull a silvery badge from his pocket. The man quickly identified himself as an undercover officer and grabbed the skateboards from the two skaters' hands. Saved again!
I was drenched with a feeling of warmth and comfort and watched with pride as the cop led the two lawless youths to one of the police cars. As I strapped on my Rollerblades and got ready to go safely back to my home I couldn't help but yell "good riddance" as some of the skateboarders were hauled away. At that moment, deep inside, I knew that my blood ran with purple and gold. Not only was I overwhelmed by the poise and professionalism of the campus police, but I was comforted in knowing that my hard-earned taxes and tuition were being put to good use.
Yours, Perry Amfram III
June 23, 2004 at 5:31 PM
Good work... COP!
June 23, 2004 at 10:53 PM
wtf?
June 24, 2004 at 9:03 AM
I know. Hackey-sackers?
WTF?
June 24, 2004 at 3:46 PM
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