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We did it, we're back, Zibbudie Babbuhl rocking the fucking house, get this homeslices, we sneak into your house right?...right? and then and then...we go to your computer, we whisper sweet nothings into it's speakers, we make love to it with out words...then...
We hack it's Gibson...We hack it's Gibson so bad
Myself and Jems, we're tech-support super-spies of the Nintendo generation, we say stuff like "dem some rude titties" "why you even got to do a thing" and "we gonna be some scottie pippins up in this bitch"
It's seriously such an awesome triumph, we're finally back with some new flavor flav, some new jive and some new toys.
Pappa's gotta brand new bag baby
In case any of you were wondering, my dad had his surgery for his cancer and everything, it spread to 14 of his nodes and he had them removed, he's doing alright, but there's sitll always that risk where anything can go wrong, overlal though he's doing quite well.
Hey you guys, I might be going to the olympics, i'm not competing but my girlfriend may be and I was invited by the team to come along to give my support, that's pretty god damn cool eh?
-Kyle out
I'm sorry Juvi..today just isn't your lucky day
October 29, 2006
October 26, 2006
A return to Babbuhls.
It took two Xbox 360s, two copies of Splinter Cell Double Agent, and a bevy of AI-controlled mercenaries. It took resolve. It took lots of neck-snapping and leaping around like Goddamned spider monkeys but "Babbuhl," into our problematic headsets we whispered, and babbuhl we did.
Four files, extracted to perfection in a match within the game's co-op mode. A slam dunk, if you will. Some Shaquille O'Neal type shit. Scotty Pippin' it up in this bitch. You get the idea.
We were just trying to fix their computers. Apparently these particular mercenaries were trained to fire even on tech support. That's why all of their stuff is in disarray. Serves them right. Shouldn't have to sneak and leap and throw smoke grenades just to get rid of some spy-ware.
A rousing game of cat and mouse and begging computers of their secrets. Xbox Live has returned to form before our ill-suited bizarro lens.
Four files, extracted to perfection in a match within the game's co-op mode. A slam dunk, if you will. Some Shaquille O'Neal type shit. Scotty Pippin' it up in this bitch. You get the idea.
We were just trying to fix their computers. Apparently these particular mercenaries were trained to fire even on tech support. That's why all of their stuff is in disarray. Serves them right. Shouldn't have to sneak and leap and throw smoke grenades just to get rid of some spy-ware.
A rousing game of cat and mouse and begging computers of their secrets. Xbox Live has returned to form before our ill-suited bizarro lens.
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