Life As I See It

Does Money Buy Happiness

Fucking right it does.

It can also buy sex, drugs, exotic vacations and the largest wardrobe you can only imagine.


7 responses

  1. Moneys like a gun.
    All depends whos spending the bullets.
    Just called to piss everyone off by telling you I’m going on an all expense paid vacation with my family to the big island “Hawaii” for three days.
    See ya later fuckers…nya nya, nanny nanny boo boo, neener neener.

    Aloja (Rastafarian Aloha)

    October 20, 2010 at 11:14 am

  2. Um…Don’t you live there?

    October 20, 2010 at 8:09 pm

  3. Micky


    I live on the Island of “Oahu”. 200 miles away from the big island of “Hawaii”
    You know, the one thats still erupting ? Mauna Loa ?
    Which, is where my moonbat mom lives with her far left moonbat husband, growing pot.
    I made the mistake of letting her know we were coming and so ended up not renting a car cuz she said we could use hers. After booking a B&B for my wife a few miles dowen the volcano from her we found out that “WE” means only she drives. So….

    we were stuck at either her place, the B&B, or on the road 8 hours a day with the most horrific driver in the world.

    Heres the B&B

    That railing you see made from branchs in front is where I stood every morning and watched the full orange moon go down (not holding my penis this time) and the sun come up an hour later stoned and drinking the best Kona coffee in the world.
    Spending time at my moms was a nightmare for me because they always want to talk politics. When it comes to debating politics with them its like playing chess with someone who only knows how to play checkers. They’re fucking clueless and have no idea how much more research I do than them.
    My moms house is also a dump in the process of being enlarged.
    Shes a pack rat with 10 freaking dogs, she never vacumes or dusts and my son whos allergic to dust mites was blowing snot out his head, totally miserable the whole time he was in that house. Her and her fcking idiot husband couldnt figure out that he was reacting to their house after my wife and I told him what he was allergic to. Everytime he’d get in the car with us for another tour he was okay. I used to live there so the sights were boring for me. If it werent for my son I’d of just stayed at the B&B the whole time. It was clean and excellent.

    October 25, 2010 at 4:58 pm

  4. Micky

    HELLO !!!!!!!!!!

    October 30, 2010 at 10:37 pm

  5. Hi! Sorry.

    So is that where we are going to stay if we ever make it to Hawaii? It looks nice.

    Spending time at your moms is always a nightmare.

    November 2, 2010 at 10:02 am

  6. Micky

    No. its half an hour flight from my island.

    If you make it here I’ll hook you up with something quante but closer to civilization but not in Waikiki. Which is fun, but not really refelective of the states true attributes.
    The big island is called that for a reason. All other Hawaiian isle can fit in that one and everything is so fucking far apart you spend half your time driving thru black barren lava fields forever before you get anywhere.
    We only stayed there cuz it was the closest to my moms house where my boy was staying. If I wanted a soda it would of been a 2 hour walk there and back.
    Of course having a car would of been nice. Mom gave the immpression we could use hers. She didnt make it clear that she wont let anyone drive her car. So basically at the end of the day when we were dropped off we were stranded til the next morning waiting for the worst fucking driver in the world to come get us.
    The worst.
    I’ve never been so glad to come home in my life where I could truly relax. We did it only for my son

    November 3, 2010 at 10:37 pm

  7. Mick check out MIni’s blog

    November 4, 2010 at 7:11 am

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