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  • THESE SHAMPOO PRANKS ARE HILARIOUS!

     

     

    Facebook is my home to funny videos, status’s full of bullshit, and stuff like what I found above. I always tell myself I’m going to get rid of facebook but when I come across a funny video like this I shake the thought aside and keep scrolling down for my luls.
    ~ Keep it all smiles

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  • Lets Stop Racism With These Videos

     

    I really don’t like how these videos are made but hell, they have a very strong message in them. During the video you kind of get the impression that they are going to tend to the woman’s racial needs but the captain isn’t having it and moves he black guy up front in the first class.

    GO CAPTAIN!

    ~ Keep it all smiles

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  • 150 Armed Men Seize Control of Federal Building

     


     

    Hopefully by now you have heard about the 150  armed men who took over a federal building. Sadly enough the news was spread via social media and not the major news networks. Now I cannot solely rely on that because I haven’t seen the news today. Either way, the fact that this is being publicized as an event that doesn’t catches mainstream medias attention is ridiculous! Now I don’t want to go on a huge rant about this but stuff like this is what cause’s a disruption in peace that we are trying to create.

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  • Winnie The Pooh Meets Cj in San Andreas

     


     

    lol, I swear, when people do mods like this I ROFL.

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  • I Make Garage Music

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    Just like your backyard scientist, I too live in my garage creating master pieces. Sometimes I like to think of them as just rubbish pieces of work but then I realize all of the hard effort I put into them and I drop it all. haha. Whether your lost in what I’m saying or not, what I’m trying to say is that I make music in my garage. Its not the tidest of places but I make room to do what I got to do.

    When I get any off day from working UPS and my dad I am in here. I have a welders blanket set up as an isolation pad and my mic sitting right in the middle. My laptop and audio interface are right next to me on top of blue pales full of soap. My normal routine when I come out here is first, setting up the equipment. Next I roll up a joint or maybe pack up a bowl and smoke. Right after that I search for an instrumental and then set up garageband. After that I freestyle and boom!

    At first when I did it I was rapping the most shittest freestyles. After a while of just practicing I got better and eventually churned out more songs that sounded good. To be honest though I’m not to fond of all my freestyle work. I feel like I’m rushing the process of making a work of art. I love to write raps but I think at this point I just want to hear myself. I think I’m letting that distract me from what I really should be doing. I should probably figure out something because as I have been saying in my freestyles tonight, “I need help!”

    ~ Keep it all smiles

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  • Its about 3:35 in The Morning

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    Its a little bit after 3AM and here I am quietly typing away my thoughts on a computer that at one point, I would have never dreamed of owning. Its the little things in life that we take for granted though. If I didn’t have this fancy computer I probably would have had a Chromebook or something. Pretty much a little rig that can’t do anything but let me type on it. With my current station, I can create music, edit photos, and so much more awesome stuff!

    Thats all besides the point. The point that I am trying to mention is my place in life. I often question it and never give myself an answer because I feel like its diabolical. Its kind of scary to think but I always push that thought off to the side. A lot of times when the topic does pop up is when I’m on top of a roof cleaning a hood with my dad. Its not the best job in the world but its all the old man knows how to do.

    I feel and see a lot of lacking in my life. There isn’t a lot there but a bunch of emptiness and cold chilling air that occasionally creeps up your spine. Its all too surreal but like I said earlier, I try not to think about it and go on about my day.

    It still bothers me though. I want to know more but I know that knowing will kill me. I still can’t let a small reason stop me as I journey into the mist. It some times makes me sick to my stomach but in the end I always feel better. Kind of like when you throw up. haha!

    ill find it soon

    ~ Keep it all smiles

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  • Natalie Coles Death Reminded Me of Something

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    I read a blog post this morning that Natalie Cole, the daughter of Nat King Cole, passed away the other day. She was only 65. I never really listened to her music but it shocked me because she was one of those people who’s names are automatically placed in your head because their famous. The article reminded me of the time that Michael Jackson passed away. I just remember sitting in my room after popping in his Dangerous album and listening to a man who once was alive. Its a chilling feelings. I noticed something that day though.

    I noticed that everyone else in their own type of remembrance was listening to Michael Jackson. It wasn’t that long after that every one was listening to him and it made me wonder what would have happened if he didn’t pass. Would people listen to his music? Would they have bought the collectors edition of his albums or spent all that money to watch “This is it” in theaters? Just a week before he moved on to the next life you couldn’t find anyone jamming to Billie Jean unless they were a Michael Jackson fan.

    Hows does this tie in to Natalie’s Death? Well its an example (to me at least) of how we tend to take people for granted. You can’t always tell yourself, “Oh I’ll see Billy tomorrow.” Billy may not be here tomorrow so you should spend time with him now. This life is a very unpredictable as we all know and ever since High School, I’ve seen a lot of people die. Some of them I have never talked to, one of them I kind of knew. I’ve been out of High School for 3 years now so that shows you how unpredictable life can turn out to be.

    So the moral of this story is…

    Don’t take people for granted. Make the effort to go see someone that way if they do move away, pass away, or anything, you won’t have that shitty little feeling sitting on your chest. Anyways, Rest in Peace to Natalie King Cole.

    ~ Keep it all smiles

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