Coco and Ice-T Keep It Trashy In Las Vegas

Posted By: Shawn On: July 20, 2008
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I found out I’m getting a new car today. By ‘new’, I mean the Infinity J-30 that my Mom has been rocking for the past 5 years. She just went to visit my grandfather and she’s headed back with his Mercedes right now. This is welcome news because my car is what I like to call a complete disaster right now. There is so much garbage in the passenger seat that a small ecosystem has developed on the floor board. The leaders of this new ecosystem appear to be the ants that are living off of leftovers from fast-food bags on the floor. They’re probably the biggest ants I’ve ever seen and they constantly bite me while I’m driving. I would clean out the passenger seat area and get rid of the ants but they seem quite comfortable in their new home and, to be honest, I’m scared to see what else is going on down there. In due time, I’ll screw this newer, nicer car up just as bad but for now it will be a welcome change. Check out these completely unrelated photos of Coco, her ridiculous linebacker-like body and washed-up rapper Ice-T doing whatever they do on the weekend. I’m headed to the neighborhood bar.

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Ice T, Slutty Coco And A Washed Up Hedgehog

Posted By: Shawn On: June 27, 2008
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It’s Friday again and that means I have to judge another one of those stripper competitions. It’s cool that I get paid sweet, sweet cash to do it but it also proves that you can grow to hate anything. I like to wake up and invent my day as I go. I don’t like appointments and schedules hanging over my head and I sometimes do bizarre things on a whim. It’s nice that I will get paid tonight to get absolutely hammered and girls will rub their goods on me in hopes that they will win money but I’d almost rather sit on my couch. I know damn well that once I’m there and pounding down some drinks I’ll be happy about it but it’s the getting up and going thing that kills me. If all goes well when I walk in the door I won’t see Ice T, Coco or Ron Jeremy. Well, maybe Coco.