where it is due.

stephen rovetti is my homeboy.
and he's the worthy warrior who took those photos.
those jauns i posted yesterday that made all you dirty ninjas say:
"daaaamn".
just sayin',
if propers are to be dispensed,
as i'm positive they are destined to be-
they go to his minkey monkey-A* .
stephen ro-ro.
he doo-doo's that shizz.
i took a shot of his burly masculinity, too.
his space-robot camera is 'tarded-proof,
but somehow most of my attempts were still extra 'tarded.
one made it through though, so that's something.
something along the lines of 1% untarded, at least.
the result is handsome manliness for your eyes.
check the teleport:

mr. delicious, huh?
recognize.
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it should be marked somewhere, however,
for all you duders who are keeping score,
that the super-sexy hot fire blasterizer i'm holding
in that picture of me looking all viggo-from -'the road',
is in fact a product created for zombie destruction
by the collapse countermeasure operational hottness
of ZERO Heavy Industries.
c'mon.
that's pretty rad, yeah?
yeah.
and not for nothin' neighbors,
but you're gonna need to get some shirts.
from us.
we have 'em, you need 'em.
check out the silhouette of serious sh!t:

word up. right?
no idea who the model is either.
but i have one of these jammie-jams,
in person an' that,
and it's molto fresh.
wordimus prime.
i know.
2011 goes to eleven,
and 2012 goes down the sh!tter.
buy a gun, and be prepared for BOTH.
on the really real, son.
***********
we're finally gettin' hit with this brutal blizzardly weather.
that suckles the popsicles, y'all.
oh well,
alackaday, and alas.
i guess we can't dodge winter all winter, after all.
brrrrrrr.
it's not warm, kids.
and the snow is heavy.
just like my heart.
awwwww, man.
there's at least 35 reasons why my styles are hard;
never quiet, never soft.....