Samskeyti

for some reason i want to listen to classic rock today. Without access to my cds or records i don't have much classic rock here at work. Hmmm, i guess its download time. Daniel kyle and Me or I if your an english nazi went scooter riding last night. it was fun it was great. i took some photographs (of scooters and people on scooters). a dog (small mutt) almost peed (yellow) on ol dirty (1975 Vespa Sprint 150 Veloce, for those of you who are detail orientated).
its funny i started this post thinking - oh i am going to tell the truth today - im not going to make something up or cuss or just talk shit in general. but thats hard. but everything i have said so far has been truthful, even the color of the dogs piss and my craving for classic rock. Actually i am out of that now, i got early cheap trick instead. Saturday at Midnight

Monday Soup

all i have to say is - damn the weather is nice today
i want to ride scooter naked
ok well its not that nice
but compared to waht it has been
NAKED
teee in da winn

ARRRRR its SUNDAY

i saw you go to church
i saw you drink the wine
i saw you eat the bread
i saw you from my bed
i drank wine last night so i am good

Greedo Inclosed Enclosed

i put greedo in a box
i locked greedo in my closet
he has green blood
he likes the lights on
he likes 100watt bulbs
he likes cake
he likes it when mr lion smiles
Mr lion has a cupcake for a brain
its cool
but drippy
and after a month smells

Hey Jack - - ITS ME!!

So on the pottyprint front - if you want some get em i only have 5 left - to those of you who have purchased thanks much - head jobs later. For those of you who have not purchased (NO HEAD JOBS)... Ok on with the show... SIGUR ROS was foooking amazing last night - i think i creamed my undies it was that fucking good. Shit on all of you for thinking it was going to be boring. So is sex with your mama but i still do it... OK so what next.... hmmmm
show was good - check
fuck your mother - check
head jobs - check
buy more prints - check
thanks to those who have - check
creamed my undies - check
no head jobs - check
its amazing i fit all that into that little paragraph - less really is more - except when its cocaine

SoFt SiDe

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IN : My Closet

I woke up super early this morning, but i also went to bed super early like 9pm. Great night of sleep, i really must have been tired though because i drank 3 dr peppers at dinnah (no im not forrest gump) then after i drank some chi tea, which actually was in my hand after i woke up from the first round of nap. So i downed the tea, brushed my teeth, and turned off everything electrical in my room and went to sleep. I was actually suprised this morning when i woke up, i was like shit i haven't done that in years. So i got up and played in my room for awhile listening to music and getting laundry together. My home computer is being a prick so i decided today was going to be a good day and i wasn't going to deal with that prick. If he gives me shit later today though i think i will smash him in the driveway and get a new one. I don't have time to deal with computers that piss me off, and he has been doing it for the last 3 months now. If i didn't have my work computer i would have killed that fucker a long time ago. The problem is i really can't figure out the problem. 1) its a laptop 2)its not a software thing 3) its eitehr the motherboard or the processor, neither which do i feel like replacing. I did find them on ebay for super cheap but i mean its a 2 yr old computer and if i go buy these parts and do all this work to this thing its going to end up costing me 300-400 in parts and labor and some fucking headaches to boot. So i am just trying to keep it alive for awhile until i decide what to do next, i am having a hard time deciding between laptop/desktop then also the mac/pc issue, keeps coming up again. Anyway fuck my computer i hate it at the moment - punk ass. Ok so back to my morning. I made me some oatmeal and some coffee then i watched some dawsons creek season 2 disc 1 episode 5. I only actually watched enough to finish my oatmeal and to thank god i don't have any over dramatic friends, i think i got rid of all of them. Then i put some quality music on got naked and danced my self to the shower. I had a fun shower. While i was cleaning i decided i would ride my scooter today, fuck the fact that its 39F outside, ima big boy i can handle it. So i geared up in the double layers, packed all my shit onto the scooter, i had to bring my computer and camera to work today so i could fix that fucker and shoot an alley close by, so my scooter looked like a fucking refugee mobile it was most funny. I didn't kill it once. I was just telling my roomate kyle last night about how much fun it is to ride into work in the morning and freeze your ass off, it wakes you the FUCK UP. Ok so here i am at work and now i am going to smile and have a good fucking day and you should too. So how is that for a cosby moment.

Is that oatmeal in your pocket?

Why yes, why yes it is oatmeal in my pocket... Just in case someone doesn't ask me that question today, i figured i would just put it out there, let everyone know there is oatmeal in my pocket, just in case you wanted some. It is raisn and well oatmeal. So today i think i will cancel my netflix membership. Im not really in the movie watching mode lately, well besides getting caught up on past episodes of dawsons creek and northern exposure, its been kind of boring me lately. So therefore i think i will cancel it... Say good bye netflix (oh wait i still have movies out... ok damn you next week then)

What the fuck is a Potty Print?

What the fuck is a Potty Print?

Potty Prints are limited edition prints from my photoblog "Pottymouthpappy.com". I have had a lot of people ask if they could buy prints from the site, i had never actually planned on doing that. But i got bored today and after answering like the 50th email with that same question i was like hey what the FUCK, why not do a small series just to see if these people really do exist and actually want to buy shit from me, or if they are just fucking around trying to get on my good side. So here it is folks. Potty Prints. Just be sure and act fast (i think).

Diggin Architecture

Sunday morning address. I got up super early for a sunday - (before noon). I've got a lot of things on my mind and a lot of little stuff to get done today. Plus i needed to go get ink so i can finish up the PottyPrints (be on the lookout for those). So i get up make some coffee dick around here for a few minutes then i head out to kansas - i forget being satans spawn in all about church and church goers - then i remember why it is i like to sleep forever on sundays. THEY ARE FUCKING EVERYWHERE. So i was like fuckit - i put on a nice relaxing cd and got behind the family in the huge fucking caddilac. I watched the kids in the back fight it out while mom looked like she was on a high that i was jealous of. I follow the rightous from state line all the way to metcalf (about 2 miles) i was amazed by them for 2 whole miles mom was lost the kids kept fighting and dad i didn't really pay much attention to dad because they weren't. Oh well i left them at metcalf and was passed in a flash by some jack ass in a blue pt cruiser turbo. In order to get the jesus family off my mind i decided "hey why not fuck with the guy in the pt cruiser it could be fun" so i did. I followed him like he was following the people in front of him (yes i know talk about your passive aggressive - but it was fun - and he was pissed) good stuff i tell you (an eye for an eye - jesus would be happy). Anyway i only did that for like 3 blocks then i got bored and needed to pull off to go to the dork land. Wow the churcheys were all over micro center today too. I quickly went to the paper and ink isile locating what i need after dodging like 20 sales dorks (they are pushy and weird - i like to hit on them so they freak out and leave me alone) but they were in force today. I did a football like manuiver and fake out like i was going down the isle then i dropped got the ink rolled around and took off the other direction - toward the macs (the best place to hide when not wanting help in microcenter). I slip from the macs to the backpack/laptop case isle. There is another wholesome family there discussing which case to get for their son Nathan. They just bought Nathan a laptop a present for his upcoming graduation (yes i had to linger awhile because i liked the way they talked to eachother) it was rather amazing. This kid was really into the bags and mom and dad were too. They were going over what you could put in all the pockets thinking of other accesories to buy later on down the road n what not. I was like wow. My parents never took me to a computer store to discuss components. I wanted to join their family but only for awhile. Then Nathan was looking around at other things and i did notice that lost look in his eyes. Nathan wanted out - so out. He wanted to kill mom and dad and piss on their graves. It was at this point i wanted to say "Hey pops, why don't you and mom put all that shit back - then just give Nathan 2000 to blow on drugs and pussy. Then see how things go from there." I wanted too but being sunday n all i decided i'd better not, that would bring the dorksquad to my attention, and might just get me banned from yet another computer store. Ok now to the checkout - i run quickly knocking a few of the dorks from my way - shooting Nathan the sorry brother look and then slamming my shit on the counter scarrying the already jumping dork jocking the register. You could tell he has had one too many encounters with the school bully in the bathroom, his hair kind of looked like he just had one. Then i wondered if bullys ever came to micro center, i bet they can't handle it, its like R Kelly at a grade school, overload. So i get my shit (trying to hurry this up - its getting long) jump back i the car then head off. I do this thing sometimes where i don't really pay attention where i am going i just drive and see where i end up. So i decided why not today. I put on yet another spacey cd then started going through the neighborhoods. After like 30 minutes of this i find my self in stumpy neighborhood (its this place where all the houses seem like they have been cut off - strange flat roofs and just wierd 80s design) I have only been to stumpy once before, and i don't remember then like today how exactly i got there. I begin to wonder maybe if this place really did exist or not. I pulled over, checked my trunk for my camera - but no luck, my phone - not in my pocket - so i could not document Stumpy. Hmmm. Ok now lets try to get home - a few blocks away i notice the super secret Arbys Drive Through Entrance, so i jump in line real quick (I love curly fries). The drive through guy is so intense he scares me - i almost want to call him sir and let him beat me. Weird i tell you. He gives me my change (counting it out slowly for me - he saw my eyes) then i am off from there. I hit another alley not wanting to deal with mission road but just as soon as i round the corner there are 4 cops - lights flashing - all out of their cars - they have this ford expedition pulled over, (Its the only black dude and his wife in mission kansas). Now i need the video camera. One of the cops sees me and waves me on, i am like what the fuck. He gives me the evil eye i give that fucking bitch the finger. He does a double take then i fucking gun it. Fuck him... Sorry black dude and wife my curlys was gettin cold.

im cured

you know

anyplace that serves mexican food

24hrs a day

is completely

AWESOME

We have A map of My BRAIN

winter just like needs to leave right now. im tired of waking up and not wanting to get out of bed because its COLD out there. Not to mention the fuckin heat runnin all night long and dryin out my brain. I love me some bloody boogers. (i can hear the collective EWWWWWWWWWWWWS) yes i used the word collective, how fucked up is that, almost as fucked up as my nose full of bloody snot because its DRIED THE FUCK OUT, not because of the cocaine. this is going to be a short one, im tired, i just need to fucking kill the aztecs already (Civ 4 talk here) i let them live far too long, but they are green and i like the color green so hey i let them live and the orange bastards too but they are getting close i have surrounded all their cities, they have spears i have tanks and stealth bombers, this will be fun i tell you. ok so thats like the main reason i am tired, well that and trying to get all these stupid images together for the semi quasi show thing. ok now i am going to sit here and drink lots of coffee and listen to sonic youth and pretend to hate the world. just so you know though the species of female humans is kind of low on my list at the moment.

Timetravler

i like it when people who drive prius's - drive them like race cars. it makes me laugh and makes me feel good, because wow they spent all that money to get good gas mileage but them driving like an idiot makes it worse than my car. awesome.
thats my bitch for today now on with the bullshit.
im trying to think of a good story to tell - obviously i am going to go back in time here - the pictures on the floor elude to that fact plus the fucking title of the post. oh i got it - i once played one of the 3 little pigs in a play in preschool, i was the one with the stick house, so i had to run like a lil pig to the brick house when the woof blew my shit down. i didn't like the kid who was the wolf he was a punk (which i learned the socalled real definition of last night). my friend simon (yes he was real) was one of the other pigs but he got stage freight and could not finish so me and the other pig (a mean girl with PIG tails) had to take over - improv as actors today call it. Our costumes were extremely realistic (paper plates with a stick glued to them and a pig face colored on them- i had very realistic googley eyes). So im not saying we invented improv that day back in 1980 but we came damn close. Me and mean pig tail girl and scared simon we did something magical on that stage. We brought new light to the 3 little pigs, i only wish VHS recorders would have been more popular and more affordable back in those days so i could show the world. I mean there are rumors about it all over Hollywood and Bollywood - they all know the story of the 3 little pigs. So i am famous and all that - we aren't officially creditted as being the inventors of it but i think its in the works, or so my agent tells me. Its because of this most powerful performance that in later years i had to play less subsequent parts. In first grade i was a tree in the christmas play i was a good tree though i stood so still even Sir Anthony Hopkins was moved. This roll lead to my breakout performance (uncredited of course because i like it that way but everyone knew it was me) ok so yes my breakout most special most greatest performace was in 1994 (i was 18) playing next too Jodie Foster and Liam Neeson in "Nell" I WAS THE "TEEINDAWINNN" Tree in the Wind (i was the story imoved like fluid, i was the tree in the wind, everytime that flashback comes up thats me. i caused those chills to run down your spine) i of course passed up the oscar that year. The coolest and most demanding movie i have done by far would have to be Sleepy Hollow in 1999 again i had to pull from my childhood experiences to be the Tree but this time a scary tree one that could give birth to a great headless man. Oh it was hard - i had nightmares for months. I stayed in the forest for over a year (i invented method acting too btw) i was that tree. Oh god i could go on and on for days. But i will not.

Stuck Behind The Field Day

I got behind every single school bus in the world today. And they were all full of middle school students (who love to make rude gestures out the windows). I think i might have seen an ass. There was like 20 buses in front of me this morning all packed full. Made me kind of wish i was going on a field trip, someplace new. Hiding in the back of the bus, maybe getin my grope on, more than likely though - i would be staring out the window with my headphones on listening to REM or one of my other favorites at the time. Problem is with living in such a small shitty town with no where to go - we never really went on field trips. That sucked - our borders narrowed - wings clipped - no wonder everyone in that place is so fucked up - NO FIELD TRIPS - there it is i solved it call NOVA time to make the documentary. (Did you ever notice that the word documentary has CUM in the middle of it) I will be the annoying old host and i will wear a lab coat and be in a room filled with beakers and chalk boards. I will make line charts and pie graphs and some bubbling concoctions to prove my theories. Then we will all board a bus, i will sit in back, and the rest of the test subjects will sit where they would usually sit, then we will go on a Field Trip. Lets leave this shithole town i will say as i breathe on the glass so i can finger write reverse cuss words so the person behind us can make out "GET FUCKED". Then when we see a car full of 1. old ladies 2. young people (under the age of 15) 3. hot chicks (does not include moms at this age) once you see the car or walkers or what ever, you must drop your drawers and plant that butt on the window. Nothing like a warm ass on cold glass. Or even better ass prints are great too. That was basically the point of the story so i can stop there. Since we never went on field trips i won't finish this one. But if we did it would have been to a field for real and it would have been dirty and dusty and i would have stayed hidden in the bus to play "show me yours and i show you mine"

Tuffy Tuesday

wow people are weird today. either they are happy in love or they are just pissy. dude get over it. someone doesn't love your for a REASON. now its up to you to find out. i know why. but i am not looking for love. i have my metallic loves, my babys - HiYO Silver, Gorthon the Destroyer, and last but not least Ol DIRTY (which i drove to work today, and only killed it once). So if your lonely get a cat and a vibrator don't be mad at the rest of the happy fucks out there. And if your really that lonely just fucking do us all a favor and jump off a fucking cliff, because if you don't know how to make yourself happy then your just fucked. If you get offended by this then your also just fucked. If you want to get just FUCKED stop on by myplace. Ok happy vday. Don't spread the diesease. I have a cookie and a valentine from a 2 yr old cutie, so im happy.

Ba KofA erica

Just don't scream at me and we are good.

So friday i went to pick up my baby - no not the fleshy screamy kind of baby but the metalallic gasoline fueled baby. My 2 stroke wonder (wow i can use that later too). So i go to pick it up (thanks robin for the ride), i truely have no idea how to ride an older vespa, the whole manual transmission thing and foot brake is all a little foreign to me. I did ride the bike when i bought it but just up and down the street a few times and i killed it then too. This is totally different though - i have to figure out how to get this thing 40 blocks to my house. I know lots of backroads but sooner or later i have to cross 3 majors just to get to my house. So bullshitting with the vespa kc people for awhile and the quick lesson from chris i jumped on the bike and proceeded to kill it about 9 times before i made it out of the parking spot. Then i killed it again behind the store, i was planning on doing some alleys. Btw it was freezing fucking cold to top all this off. So i get it going again hit 2 more alleys make it all the way to 3rd gear then i had to take a turn and slow down but like i didn't gear down and then i hit the foot brake which i learned you should not do without the clutch being in (it kills the motor) another thing not helping me was the gas that was in this thing was a half and half mix of new and really fucking old gas so she was volitile to start with. By the time i make it to the first major road crossing 95th street i am feeling good. Im ready. I even stopped to put my gloves on this is cake. As i near the intersection of 95th and State Line road the light goes orange and i was going down hill so i brake (again killing the motor in the process). So i got a few minutes to try and get this thing started. I kick i kick i kick i kick nothing - i push it over to the sidewalk - pump the choke - i kick i kick i kick - finally put put putt - she is ready. I jump on and wait on traffic (its friday fucking night) (and i have still yet to learn the feeling of this clutch thing). Finally no cars comming no cars going - I gun it (not thinking) the front wheel jumps and i have to learn forward real quick to catch myself and to stay centered. Finally we are going again - i run through the gears get her up to speed trying to find the next left i can take because i am going the wrong way at this point 97th street comes into view and i slide in there before the traffic catches up to me. Its another downhill and sure enough when i hit the bottom i brake and kill it again. Then it dawns on me (chris did say something about breaking and clutch - ahhh thats whats wrong here) so kick kick kick we are going again - this is the point where i need gas - it stops again. Luckily for me these things have a very small reserve tank which chris did show me how to turn on before i left. Sweet (click reserve) kick kick kick we are ready to roll. I play around in the neighborhood for awhile (freezing my fingers off - i had to take the gloves off because i kept jumping gears) so after about 30 min of running up and down 97th street i get brave and i am ready, i get back out on State Line Road and its going great. Stop sign (i hate these at the moment because i know i am going to kill it) My fingers are so damn cold its painfull to pull the clutch but i do then i ease it out like a pro and we are off again. Wow i can do this. Of course with this bike the tires are not as big as my other bike and the ride is definatly rougher so you have to pay lots of attention to where you are going. Jeeezuz. So i finally make it to Wornall and i figure this is my best bet (not as much traffic and a faster pace) I take Wornall all the way to Gregory which is basically my house and i don't kill it again. I am the master (not really - i killed it on main street later that night on my way to get gas). But i am learning. Needles to say we both made it home i think 2.5 hours after i left the house (it takes about 10 min by car to make this trip). But damn it was fun... After i let my fingers thaw and got some food i was ready for round 2.

Hold My Mind

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and the spaceship landed
me and moooknook89 are gona go eat salad
he travels far for a good salad
the dressing just ain't the same on moon29
i agree
neither is the ambience

One Big Curvey Tree

have you ever noticed that trees fertilized by dead bodys are extra curvey, one big curvey tree. i think when i croak you should cook me good then boil me down and inject me into a tree to see if it goes all curvey - just for the sake of science. yeah that would be cool - beats the hell out of the 75 vw beattle set on flames and pushed off a cliff idea i had before, or the stuffed in my mamas deep freeze one. im totally onto something here.

Pink Pigs On mY ComPuter

one of my problems with this website is the photos. the thing is most of the photos i post are a few months old, i have a folder that i have all these pictures in there is about 300 or so of them, so i kind of just go in order so i don't get lost and post the same thing twice. like right now we are on 77 of the second series, everything i shot last week was 200+ so it will be awhile until you see them. So what i was like thinking maybe more than one photo a day or something like that.

Teen Angst (what the world needs now)

this morning i woke up to the sound of robins alarm clock going absolutly crazy - the thing had been on for like an hour - she was having a shower of power and forgot about her friend the alarm clock busy chirping away in her bedroom. the weird thing is after living with her for like a million years this is the first time i have ever heard her alarm clock. strange i tell you strange. needless to say i never heard it get turned off either i must be trained to ignore them unless they are 3 feet from my head.
yesturday i went scouting for more locations again - not like cub scouting by god but just taking pictures of them and the grounds at night - since the main shoot will be at night or at dusk have not decided all them details yet. daniel and i walked around downtown for awhile and it is amazing how much it has changed over the last year. fucking every building is now a loft and all the bums are nice - there are fucking cops and security everywhere. the last time i went down there shooting i took like 3 people with me, because after all the working people left downtown was like umm yeah dood your on your fuckin own here. no cars no buses fucking ghost town. scary shit. now its like semi bustlin. i think i prefer ghost town better.

walking upright

not sure what is up my ass today - i hate everyone and everything but i really have no reason. weird huh?




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(yeah nothing funny to say today - SORRY)
how about a nice photo instead.... HERE......

Imaginary Friends

i think i will just be silent today...................



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Today I Avoid TV

today is overcast and awesome and i am going to go take photos while the rest of america watches football - C-YA

Saturday Morning Sadness

have you noticed the crap that they call cartoons these days. its fucking sad really. everything has to be politically correct and teach you something in the process, what the fuck ever happend to shaggy and scooby gettin stoned and fuckin bein scared. jesus. who ever fucked with the orginal format to make it safe and happy your a FUCKING CUNT. I hope your kids take what the learned this morning and make crack pipes and rape each other, because they are fucking BORED and tired of learning stupid shit. Scooby was brown - talk about ethnic diversity, and he didn't speak english so there you have it. DAMN!!!

School Boy Orange Crush

i like orange crush
i can not find it in kansas city
all i find is orange fanta
which is not the same
it is not the SAME
you never heard the REM song 'Orange Fanta' did you?
yeah me either

Scuba in the Toilet

i like to scuba dive in my toilet, sometimes i find treasure, sometimes i don't though. i also like to smile at myself in the mirror or MIRRRAH as jefery would say. im happy - im tired today though.
this onetime i was scubain in the toilet i ran into steve. steve is a goldfish who played dead to escape his the little bitch he lived with that never fed him would bang on the glass and then never cleaned his bowl. so anyway (i didn't steal that from finding nemo) steve was like man will you be my dad. i was like bubble bubble bubble bubblbbbublebulelblu bbullbuell (thats underwater talk, if you had a tv you could see some subtitiles, so like sence this is like past tense so i can tell you what i said) i was like dude steve man i am a horrible father just ask every plant or fish that i have killed since i was a kid. he was like dude i can take care of myself. then i was like dude what so bad about bein down here. he was like man its shitty here. and i was like yeah you got that right, makes me wonder what some of these people eat.

SUK YO BLOOD in da MIRRAh

Jeffery was a special boy. He was i think 2 years older than me, but only a grade higher but im not real sure how they slot kids who are SPECIAL ED. Jeffery used to ride our bus. Jeffery owned the backseat. First time my brother and i got on the bus there was a few kids in front then nothing then Jeffery screaming and yelling at the window, not out the window mind you but at the window. We learned very quickly to sit a few seats away from the thing called Jeffery. I liked to sit semi close because i liked to listen to the random shit that Jeffery had to say. He had this voice that was cross between nasay and punk rock but in the body of a tweleve yr old. He would ramble about the houses we went past or the weather. Mostly gibberish but it was exciting to me. I like gibberish. I learned a few years earlier that if was to write everthing that came to my mind it would prolly sound something like Jeffery. So what made us so different. One of his favorite things to do on rainy days was to write cryptic messages on the windows. He would jump all over the bus looking for untouched windows. Our bus driver Mr. Donnie didn't seem to mind Jeffery so much, he was a patient man. Never really yelled at any of us to tell you the truth, well until that day anyway. There had been a few incidents throughout the year with Jeffery and other kids. Bullys and him in the bathroom. Some fucking sick bastards beat him up and peed on him. I remember him yelling and screaming down the hallway. Piss and blood all over the bathroom. After that day Jeffery would snap at the drop a #2 pencil. I sat by the window in the 3rd grade and on numurous days i saw Jefferys dad pull up in his Mercedes Benz and escort a screaming and whaling Jeffery out to the car. Then there was the day. It was a rainy spring morning, we were all hanging out in Jason Smiths garage waiting on the bus. Finally a few minutes late it pulls up, all the windows filled with cryptic messages. "Love SHut" "Blood face" "Pooo Dooo" stuff like that, Jefery was a pretty damn good speller. We all got on and noticed Jefery was very spry today. A freshly sparpend #2 pencil in each hand, yelling. "ITS IN THE MIRRAH" "I SEE IT IN THE MIRRAH" (mirror)... He stabbed at one of the seats for awhile then moved to the window on the emergency exit. "I SEE YOU... I SEE YOU IN THE MIRRAH." He stabbed at the window a few times breaking off the lead of one of his pencils. He sat back down in his seat.. mumbling about the mirrah. "i saw you in the mirrah... no you in the mirrah... no you in the mirrah..." then he would laugh real loud. We were all kinda freaked out, i mean this was not typical Jefery behavoir, it was extra crazy. He looked to us then back out the window, then he began to slam his fists against the glass, the followed by his face, he broke his already taped glasses, but that did not stop him. Finally he stopped. Giggling to himself... He had a bloody nose, and the blood was smeared all over the window. He started swiriling it around into different shapes on the glass. "On the mirrah.... SUK YO BLOOD IN THE MIRRAHHHH!!!" He screamed then laughed. "SUK YO BLOOD IN THE MIRRAH!!! SUK YO BLOOD IN THE MIRRAH!!!!" Needless to say that was the last time Jefery rode the bus with us. He still came to school everyonce in awhile but not so much. Ive always wondered whatever happend to Jefery. The first time i heard the Pixies song about Jefery with one F, i thought forsure that Frank Black must have run into him someplace...