I did it with my most recent journal and I'M DYING

"I mean... do I straight-up need a reason, Ula, biatch? I mean, straight-up, biatch? I think yo ass is dunkadelic. You're funny, yo ass be a pimped out listener- which is so hard ta come by now a days n' is supa blingin ta gangstas like mah crazy ass whoz ass can rap tha white off of a polar bear, n' our crazy-ass asses have so much up in common as gangstas. I could sit here n' list a thousand- no, ten thousand thangs dat I ludd bout yo ass fo'sho. But they're not... excuses, they're not 'reasons'. I swear dat I have straight-up no ulterior motives here. I straight-up just..."

Da lycan trailed off up in a frustrated sort of way, as though disgusted wit his own attempt at explanation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. What a wack attempt it was fo' realz. A lil version of his dirty ass was tearin around his skull up in a rage all up in tha moment yo, but it was tha dopest dat he had, and, up in tha end, it was tha truth so he couldn't straight-up regret dat shit.

"I just straight-up gotz nuff props fo'you, Ula. You're just phat, thatz just tha way thangs are. But now yo ass have ta tell mah crazy ass why yo ass is so reluctant ta believe any of that." Dude finished, meetin her gaze wit not a god damn thang but curiositizzle up in his own. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "What could possibly make yo ass so certain dat yo ass is not of importizzle?"

help i am literally in tears

dude you need to turn this into a movie youd win a damn academy award

Lol wut

Kaykink you have made my life complete.

My recent poll.
"If I made a tutorial, what would you like me to make it on?"
"If I done cooked up a tutorial, what tha fuck would yo ass like mah crazy ass to make it on?"

"My fuckin recent poll.
"If I done cooked up a tutorial, what tha fuck would yo ass like mah crazy ass ta make it on?"
"If I done cooked up a tutorial, what tha fuck tha fuck would yo ass like mah crazy-ass ass ta make it on?"
gizoogle inception 8D

My life has been made. |:

this.. I died.. lol

This is.
The actual.
BEST THING.
This http://canis-ferox.deviantart.com/j.....OTIP-295696426 becomes:
http://www.gizoogle.net/index.php?s.....le+Dis+Shiznit

"Bringin a Banana ta yo' Computa Desk: What yo ass Should Know

Enjoyin a nutritious piece of tropical fruit while chillin at yo' computa desk should be straightforward n' self-explanatory. But fuck dat shizzle yo, tha word on tha street is dat there be a hidden danger dat yo ass should be aware of fo' realz. Afta consumin tha fruit, do not become absorbed up in whatever piece of art and writin yo ass is bustin n' forget entirely bout tha peel. This lyrics applies doubly if yo ass is rockin a crib chair dat has wheels. Upon bein rolled over n' stuck up in one of tha aforementioned wheels, tha heat will cause tha banana peel will release a brown pigment and similar substizzle. Yo Ass will look down tha next dizzle n' discover dat dis strange dark matta has created a seriez of rather bold stains on yo' carpet. These markings is ghon be hard as fuck ta remove.

I hope dat yo ass can bust dis deetz ta achieve success up in life. That be all."

And reading the comments under it just asjkagrdg. Going to go run parts of my Lost and Found OCT story through it because this combined with a character from the 1800s is probably going to make me laugh uncontrollably.

"Hey, long time no update, muthafucka! I need ta bump tha last journal off mah page anyway.
I don't feel mah gallery looks straight-up professionizzle all up in tha moment, wit all kindsa muthafuckin inconsistent stylez n' stuff- so I be goin all up in it lata todizzle n' puttin some shiznit up in scraps, as well as cleanin up mah Featured folda on dA. No, I won't be deletin anythang, yo dirty ass is gonna just have ta peep mah scraps if yo ass wanna peep a shitload of mah sketches/less refined pieces. I will also be submittin mo' ta mah scraps n' less ta mah main gallery, ta keep thangs lookin a bit mo' neat. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So if yo ass is on dA, make shizzle yo ass is watchin mah scraps if yo ass wanna peep all of mah work, n' if yo ass is on FA, I don't believe therez any chizzle fo' yo ass fo'sho. P:
I've been hittin dat shizzle on a shitload of shiznit lately- school is busier than ever n' wit college comin up, I be devotin most of mah juice ta tryin ta find affordable Animation schools n' other college related bidnizz. Da crappy part is dat neither of mah muthafathas is supportin mah crazy ass wit this, so I be on mah own fo' raisin all dis scrilla n' stuff... which is pretty unrealistic muthafuckin right now, what tha fuck wit mah game n' constant schoolwork. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I be bout ta be takin mo' commissions straight-up soon cuz I need scrilla up in tha bank.
On mah game; Afta seein half a dozen doctors, I was referred ta a physical therapist n' he FINALLY figured up what tha fuck was causin these wack migraines fo' realz. Apparently, I have some sort of injury ta mah neck vertebrae. Eww. We're not shizzle what tha fuck exactly it aint nuthin but but at last our crazy-ass asses have some idea... so I be havin constant therapy now, nahmeean, biatch? Itz done cooked up tha migraines mo' controllable but I be still missin a shitload of school n' fallin behind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Itz a long, hard process so itz gonna be a while until I recover from this. But itz a start.

Recently I have hit 200 watchers on dA n' 100 faves on mah deviation, Warmth, muthafucka! Yo Ass guys is dunkadelic haha, I ludd yo ass all. I promise I be gonna try ta do some request streams sometime over break cuz yo ass deserve dat shit. "




I
CANT
I CANT TAKE ANYTHING ON THE <INTERNETS SERIOUSLY ANYM;ORE LOLOL

No, I won't be deletin anythang, yo dirty ass is gonna just have ta peep mah scraps if yo ass wanna peep a shitload of mah sketches/less refined pieces.

so professional yus

My latest journal just got gizoogled out, yo! XD

"I had tha slick sketch fo' a cold-ass lil commissioner.
Just a gangbangin' few tweaks left ta gotz it locked n loaded ta line
and up of nowhere mah computa crashes, muthafucka!
I didn't save it n' itz gone forever, muthafucka!
My fuckin funk just gotz crushed a lil. DX

I be bout ta gotz ta re-do it now, nahmeean?..hopefully
my memory is ghon be enough of a reference
to git it back ta what tha fuck it may gotz looked like....
Now excuse mah crazy ass while I go bang mah
head against tha floor muthafuckin right quick."

Oh my god I love this, I love you for finding it what even ahaha

Da Parlor Mob be a crew of a thugged-out different sort. In dis universe, there is anthropomorphic muthafuckas dat have they own society n' wayz of bustin thangs dat aint too far off from our own universe. Within dis vast universe, therez a Ghetto like ours, n' on dat Earth, a United Hoods, too. If one was ta zoom up in even mo' closely on tha hood, he and her ass would find dat therez a lil' small-ass hood up in upper Arizizzlea called "Black Canyon City". That is where tha main settin fo' dis crew is, n' within it, lies tha Mob, a modern-day, early 1920z steez gang dat uses itz influence ta bust scrilla n' power. Straight-up few threaten tha Mob yo, but em up in Authoritizzle dare ta step "out of bounds," as Members would say, n' tha fuck into they bidnizz. Da Gang, on tha other hand, has found itz way ta become a annoyizzle ta tha Mob mo' than a hindrizzle, despite itz thugz wish ta join tha Mob one dizzle (most of em do, anyways). All tha while up in dis behind-the-scenes war, everydizzle Civilians must carry on wit they lives, be em complete crap and utta glory.

Da question here is: Who will you make, n' can they survive up in dis fast-paced n' brutal ghetto?


For my dA group's description. oh god fffff
"izzle" what even bahaha

Are you-- You've got to be friggin' jerking my chain. You've got to me kidding me. What is-- Okay. Fine. I'll give it a shot.

"So therefore I dedicate mah dirty ass ta mah dirty ass, ta mah art, mah chill, mah dreams, mah labors, mah suffrizzles, mah loneliness, mah unique madness, mah endless absorption n' hunger- cuz I cannot dedicate mah dirty ass ta any fellow being."

I... Think I just got bling-bling'ed. Or rather, Jack Kerouac's hipster quote did.

I'm pretty sure I just found something to waste my New Years night messing with.

Sweeeeeeeeeeeet. >B]