1pRoscoe said:
dude, they are all the same.....
Chose three of the following (but must contain the first one):
I have money
I get hoes
I can't get out of bed some days
Check out my cars
I work eleventybillion hours a week
I rip off the poor
Check out my Gus' (that's what I call them, my "gus'")
I live in LA and Vegas
I have money
My back hurts
I need to belong*
People hang from my nuts only because I have money
-Ross
* - hasn't been verbalized, but we all know is true
i'm just a one trick pony, sorry i'm shallow, porn stars, flashy cars, never had a job, no worries is just my gig. dont know how to tie a neck tie, cant spell, wake up when I want to, never had a job and I still made some thing of my self, but all that bullshit is meaningless what is below is what I hold on to read on...
When my mom was dieing we were sitting in the hot-tub one night and she looked at me and said "what did I do to deserve to have a son like you?", never in my life was I so flattered. i replied to her, "you were there for me all the time. My mom put 100% of her life into raising me, I wasnt spoiled or pampered. My parentents worked my ass off to raise me to be a good person, and my goal was not to disappoint them, and I didnt. Some people live to raise their kids, I lived to please my mom and dad. I miss them beyond any words, I wanted to please them and I did. The feeling of making my mom and dad proud of me was the best feeling I'll ever have. I lived for them, I am proud to say I did that. They gave me 100% and I gave them 100% back. i never wanted to let them down and I didnt, the best feeling I ever had in my life was buying them the house next door to mine in vegas, I was on short $$$ and made alot of sacrafacts's to buy that house and it was worth it, my dad passed 9 months later, but what a feeling buying them a house. That feeling of doing that is the best feeling I ever had, to give back to them. I'm an only child and I did my job. I swear to God this is 100% true. I still own that house and all their stuff is in it, I cant take all my moms stuff out of it its a memorial, When I do it will be a hard day. I lived to please them and when my mom told me "what did I do to deserve a son like you" that feeling was like running 385pack of rotation on a snooker table, it cant be done.
my moms birthday was yesterday, she was born feb 15 1927.
since they passed I have the most empty feeling ever, i wont ever be the same I lost alot losing them, so in their spirit I push on, someone told me that I was insensitive when I said "I went to work the day she passed away, I lost her at 930am, had i sat around and mourned all day my mom would have been pissed, i did what she wanted me to do, press on and dont skip a beat so in her honor I did just that and didnt tell anyone I lost her for a week" now you know a bit more about me, i'm not looking for sympathy, or anything I just want people to know me, the real me. and the real me isnt the flash toys etc, thats just fun stuff now and then, not what I am. dont mistake me for a insensitive wanna be big shot, I have feelings and am a person. Sure its fun to be "Fatboy" and I will keep doing that but there is a person behind that and that person is Harold and Geraldine Petersen's son(I might have mis-spelled my mom's name, i'm not sure). how many other people show their true selfs here? I have nothing to hide. I'm proud of myself and proud to have had the best parents who influenced me, I never listened to them, I did what I wanted, as I awalys have.
