Thursday, August 20, 2009

A Message Of Peace And Love


First of all I want to thank the big rig in the sky, I couldnt have made it to this point in my career without you.


Next I want to thank my hero, my best friend and my spiritual leader, Jill Peirez Friedman. You showed me the world and I am grateful. 110 thousand miles together and they were all great. You could have cleaned me a bit more and maybe an oil change a decade but I love you.


Jordan, you crazy bastard, it was fun.


Don, sorry about the incident on the FDR.


Shana, sorry about the incident at the wedding, but I have to come clean, I WAS AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME, ZINGGGGGG.


Obama and your GM owning cabinet, FU!


Its been real, see you all in a couple years when im back as a 2012 Corvetteee BITCHESSSS, or a can of diet coke...


"No matter where you go, you are what you are player"






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Friday, August 7, 2009

My old bones are tired


I am a clunker, I spose. xoxo




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Monday, August 3, 2009

Friday, April 24, 2009

Im not a religious car...



I’m not a religious car, I consider my self to be more spiritual than anything, connecting to the earth and the universe. I know what you’re thinking, "But Pepper, your a gas guzzler...." HA! I knowwww. But anyway, Tony Alamo and The Christian Ministries, you want to spread your word to all of New York, great, but do you need to litter the streets with all that wasted paper? Think of the trees Tony, the trees.

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

Quick question.


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Have you ever heard of a garage? You cheap no good lazy selfish ass fucking son of a whore!!!!!!!! Do you see me????
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Friday, February 27, 2009

Is that... Oh my... Thats... IS THAT ME???

http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=10128&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=34.396866,56.25&ie=UTF8&ll=40.784161,-73.952896&spn=0.000215,0.000858&t=h&z=20&layer=c&cbll=40.784161,-73.952896&panoid=_RZUzoU3GYWnvsOgv_jMhA&cbp=11,210.635777382102,,0,20.609375000000003

IT IS!!!!!

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Living In Fear


Here I sit, close to a hydrant. Too close? I dont know. Who knows, I dont know that either. Is it 5 feet, 10 feet, a cars distance? The police know. With each passing cop comes the fear. Is this the one. Is it back to that pound in queens where I will sit for eternity. I dont know, so I live in fear.