yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo It's been some time since the Rose City Condor flapped his mouth & wings. The winter solstice is creeping in and the Condor's about to fly South for a warm getaway. With there being Toros in the atmosphere the Spandex Spicollis have been in hiding, fearful of what the Condor will blog about them next. On a totally related E-bike note, my nephew is 13 and is a pretty crooshial kid with the intelligence that supercedes Uatu The Watcher
matched with a highly sarcastic wit that is a knock off the ol Rose City Condor block. A really straight laced kid really into iconic Marvel Heroes who hasn't yet hit the point of becoming a rose city kid into death metal and D&D. Or has he...? (which isn't a bad thing) He posted this....
AND I WAS SO PROUD!
Obviously not his own creation but kudos for posting it.
HARVEY: Three pounds. Get the fuck out of here. DIAMOND: I gotta move? Everyone else has been up. I don’t have to go anywhere… HARVEY: Man, get this — somebody get his ass out of here! (Off-camera voice: “You’re done, Dustin”) You are fucking full of shit. I oughta, before you will tell me, I will beat your fuck — you must be out of your fucking part-time cartoon mind! DIAMOND: (Turning to go) If you agree, we can set up the UFC… HARVEY: Don’t you ever god damn motherfucking threaten me! God damn! Don’t you ever fucking threaten me! DIAMOND: I did not threaten you. HARVEY: You just god damn stood and said you fucking challenge me! I will wear your fucking ass out! Don’t you ever fucking threaten me! I’m hear to fucking help your fat ass! DIAMOND: You put yourself in a protected spot… HARVEY: No, you god-damn — first after you said you’d kick his ass, you said you’d kick mine! Why the fuck don’t you ever think? DIAMOND: Did I say I’d kick your ass? HARVEY: Yes you did! IAN SMITH: You did. HARVEY: You stood right there, and goddamn fucking said it! DIAMOND: Can you roll the tape back? Is that what I said? Is that what I said? HARVEY: You don’t want fuck over with me, boy, ’cause I’ll wear your fucking ass out. DIAMOND: That’s a threat. HARVEY: I will fuck your world IAN SMITH: Go, Dustin. Go, Dustin… DIAMOND: That’s the threat. HARVEY: I think that… and you’re god damn right, It’s a fucking promise. It’s not a god damn threat. It’s a fucking promise! Don’t you ever, in your fucking life — in your fucking cartoon life… DIAMOND: (To stagehand) ….attack me on camera… HARVEY: …ever fucking threaten me, bitch. ‘Cause I will wear your fucking ass out. Now you take that shit to your porn convention. IAN SMITH: Get off the scales. DIAMOND: I’m off the scales. HARVEY: And if you ever fucking go to A, you better standby. Guarantee that shit, too. Now put that bitch on the VSPOT. Get the fuck out of here. DIAMOND: Whatever.
It closes with Sgt. Harvey offering one final thought. “He got away this time, but he’s lucky my home girl held me back. “Because I was ready to dissect him.”
It was Monday night and the Rose City Condor was about to drop some mad EbikeOnomics. Suddenly the Roman Emperoress was hacklin' and I was curious to see what Tracy Morgan lines had her bustin' a gut. The Rose City Condor was wrong this time around. Although I was partially correct with a brutha being involved (nope, no reverse OREO action, sorry kids. Maybe next time) it was none other than TUFF ASS Sgt.Harvey from Celebrity Fit Club BOOT CAMP layin' the verbal smackdown on a poor cracka (no pun intended) Screech Powers. Screech was going thru hard times, hence the 'poor cracka'. You see, puns work much better when you have to explain them thoroughly and throw down a link for further help. (Your fucking welcome Michael Kwan!) Otherwise known as Dustin Diamond (no relation to Mike D). It was around 8pm or a bit after so pretty much any sailor talk or bukkake scenes would be out of the question...save that shit for 9:01pm! Or FUCK THAT let's just sit and witness the mind BOTTLING event of CITY TV dropping the muthafuckin censor ball and hearing this shit straight up F BOMB JIHAD attack style. So we continued to laugh at the lack of bleeps and then laughed some more at fucking SCREECH POWERS receiving a verbal GHETTOBLASTER (RIP BAD NEWS BROWN) from Sgt. Harvey.
I'm torn between choosing the best 'mutha-fucka' administrator.
The Rose City Condor & the Red Condor's been laying low, under the weather as they say. After the Red Condor was literally nailed in the lower ass end I thought for sure sooner or later there'd be a return to form. Unfortunately the Red Condor's now a fucking eppie leppie.
So then I thought, "sheeeeeeeeeeeeeiiit ---son, what the fucks?!?!(plural) I wonder if my dad Snake (his gang name back in the day) would know the reason for the shake rattle and roll? Only if his buddy GearBox was still around". Then I L'dOL at that massive label alone...Gearbox. And what about his ladyfriend??? Mrs.Box. And then I reminisced about the good ol' In & Out Burger (which I always figured would be a croosh late night hang out for professional fornicators of the night life). hahahhahahhahah IN & OUT BURGER. Check out the Bird's latest post about a 'had to be there to truly appreciate that shit' style story involving a Bird (not the Condor) a burger, a Jim and a General.
After reflecting on the hilarity of In&Out Burger I was then transported to a time when I worked with a dude named Goode. This later morphed into GoodeBurger then obviously into FurBurger. And then there seemed to be a weird 'shit coming full circle' magic when after finding images of I&O Burger, thinking about our friend FurBurger and then finding ......
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not your mom.she left my lap 2 minutes ago.she felt your eyes leering her way
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Prez of the RCFC!!!!
(not to be confused with the Rose City Fight Club)
Yo, I just gots an E-Bike. That shit pisses people off rail quick son! I max speed at 32k, ludicrous speed if you axe me.
They call me the Condor.
Holla if you hear may.
Time to do work son.
pCe.