03-18-2004, 06:00 AM
All ya'll worried that The Jays has gone soft, all ya'll that look to me as the pillar of masculinity that I am, ya'll gots to just calm down, and be assured that I'm just as much of the man, if not, more than, that I was before this discussion on me. See, I'm not gonna say "well, it take a real man to look that feminine", cause that's just the pussy way out. I'm just gonna post example of how a man spends a day in his life.
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1) The Jays grimaces in disgust as he sees the virus, which is fat, ugly women, pass along on the sidewalk. But, he chooses to leave his glasses on, because he wants to have the best view of everything that is wrong in the world.
2) Menthol Cigarette. Twice the killing ability of your regular cigarette.
3) Graffitti. The Jays knows how key it is the mark terrority in the slums of Shaolin, and so, he tags the diner wall.
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1) Dead glare, as he sees some bad dudes from the rival gang walk by. The Jays sees through people, and will call you "a piece of glass " to your face, if provoked.
2) Smoking a second cigarette.
3) Neck turned toward the street, in order to face the action, and be ready if the walking dead try to eat him.
4) The large cup of coffee from 7-11. The Jays doesn't drink that over priced crap that they serve at Starbucks, nor does he drink that pussy flavored coffee. No, he drinks black coffee, and there's no talls, grandes, super grandes in his world. No, there's either large or small, and you can guess what he's got, baby.
5) The Jays didn't like how the J came out in his tag, SO HE PUNCHED A HOLE THROUGH THE FUCKING WALL! That's fucking hardcore, man.
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1) Icy, cold, dead stare into the dark abyss which is the boulevard on a Sunday morning in Shaolin. All around him, the walking dead are chewing each other and gnawing the muscles like jerky. There, The Jays sits, unfazed, smoking yet another cigarette.
2) One handed driving. The only way that real men drive.
3) Exentsive music collection, all at arm's reach. The Jays is pure function, baby.
4) Old high school. Pfft, losers. High school was such a fucking joke. If you didn't graduate with honors, you either realized it was a joke alot sooner and stopped paying attention, or you decided to just fuck over the rest of your life and stopped going. The Jays doesn't even waste a glance towards its direction.
There you have it. Just the start of a real man's day.
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2) Menthol Cigarette. Twice the killing ability of your regular cigarette.
3) Graffitti. The Jays knows how key it is the mark terrority in the slums of Shaolin, and so, he tags the diner wall.
(screen.width/2)){this.width = (this.width/2)}" onclick="javascript:if(this.width > (screen.width/2)){this.width = (this.width/2)} else {this.width = (this.width*2)}" border="0" alt='Posted image: Click to resize'>1) Dead glare, as he sees some bad dudes from the rival gang walk by. The Jays sees through people, and will call you "a piece of glass " to your face, if provoked.
2) Smoking a second cigarette.
3) Neck turned toward the street, in order to face the action, and be ready if the walking dead try to eat him.
4) The large cup of coffee from 7-11. The Jays doesn't drink that over priced crap that they serve at Starbucks, nor does he drink that pussy flavored coffee. No, he drinks black coffee, and there's no talls, grandes, super grandes in his world. No, there's either large or small, and you can guess what he's got, baby.
5) The Jays didn't like how the J came out in his tag, SO HE PUNCHED A HOLE THROUGH THE FUCKING WALL! That's fucking hardcore, man.
(screen.width/2)){this.width = (this.width/2)}" onclick="javascript:if(this.width > (screen.width/2)){this.width = (this.width/2)} else {this.width = (this.width*2)}" border="0" alt='Posted image: Click to resize'>1) Icy, cold, dead stare into the dark abyss which is the boulevard on a Sunday morning in Shaolin. All around him, the walking dead are chewing each other and gnawing the muscles like jerky. There, The Jays sits, unfazed, smoking yet another cigarette.
2) One handed driving. The only way that real men drive.
3) Exentsive music collection, all at arm's reach. The Jays is pure function, baby.
4) Old high school. Pfft, losers. High school was such a fucking joke. If you didn't graduate with honors, you either realized it was a joke alot sooner and stopped paying attention, or you decided to just fuck over the rest of your life and stopped going. The Jays doesn't even waste a glance towards its direction.
There you have it. Just the start of a real man's day.
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