the true gentleman's car the Aston Martin DBS...ah the majesty, and the sex appeal...j/k about the last part i mean.

ok so look at the engine(s) if you will on the Bugatti EB 16-4 Veyron it's like having 2 Twin Turbo V8s under the bonnet. freakin rediculous.

how about the coveted $1m dollar Bugatti EB 16-4 Veyron with it's W16 engine and quad turbos, putting down roughly 1000hp/1000ft. lbs or torque...crazy.

everyones favorite Audi R8...

or the Lamborghini Murciélago LP 640

how about the McLaren V12 Biturbo Merc

the obligatory set of track ferrari's

nothing says beautiful like a ferrari f430....

listen to how angry these ferarri's sound... they are sooooo angry

ok so heres the deal, i have been kinda slacking lately for some reason and i don't think that it is going to get any better any time soon. but on a much brighter note....i can't think of anything♫♫♫♪♪ what is there to sing about...? good question how about music on a drive that was way too long, in a car that has way too little comfortable of racing bucket seats, on a trip that was way fun, with some people that were way tired on the way, that should've tried to keep me awake so that i wouldn't have to fall asleep on the way home......j/k but seriously i like the rythmn of that last sentance so i will give it another try... once we got to our final destination in the car that was not as comfortable as it should've been, (now i have to find that rythmn again) we saw an animal that was long and slender like it ought to have been with a tail that was sooo slender and fast moving like it ought to have been, and it slithered across the road...holy crap it was a giant iguana. and it raced across the road in front of us as we were driving down the road in a car that was not as comfortable as it should've been. can anyone guess where we are going???no? ok a little hint then...Boca Raton. ok so that wasn't a hint it was a dead give away and i am sorry for telling you the answer i really am. but anyways this has been a little bit of a change of pace from my normal posts i know, but it's always fun to change things up a little bit. and what the crap am i still doing in my church clothes...i fell asleep and was aparently snorring really heavy due to the fact that i was not seated up rightly and also due to the fact that i have had a total of about 8 hours of sleep in the last week i think that i did pretty good...enter the headaches of death and despair...the ones that feel like you have a time bomb inside of your head and it is ready to go off at any moment, but it isn't going to because then that would just cause the pain to end...instead it want's to torture you a little while longer so that you don't ever wanna do that again...but anyways that last part sounded a little emo, so i will apologize for that, i promise i will never do that on purpose again. and i have another post that i will do but i kinda don't wanna do it right this second cause then if i do then people will be like, all he does is post on his blog so i figure i will wait a couple of hours and let the ideas ferment/whats  another good word that describes that action if you know one insert it there...and get back to this in a couple of hours.♪♪♪♪♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫

ok so heres the deal... as i was driving home from the sams club...why was i at the sams club you might ask...well there is going to be this party @ my home with some pretty famous people/good friends of mine and i was out purchasing some goods for said party...so as i am shopping i notice that this place is freakin crowded...and i don't really wanna wait in line so i go to the photo pick-up place [it's my little secret, or yours now if you shop there...]and purchased the goods there...it is a little know fact that you can purchase anything at any one of the registers....well now i guess it won't be little known because everyone is going to know...but then again not that many people read this so it may still be a little secret or whatever you wanna call it.

so as i depart the store with the burgers/dogs/buns in hand...well of course their still wrapped silly...although the idea did cross my mind...j/k...but anyways i get onto the road and there is this freaking prick driving a bmw 530...what a freakin poser...so anyways i was just minding my business driving home...following all speed laws...as usual...when this guy blows by me and i think "what a douche", and then i pull up to him at the line at the light and you can tell this guy wants to race so i play around and just rev the engine...so when the light changes green this kid guns it...and i am still at the light...i don't think that he liked that...so i slowly approached the next light that this kid wasted all his gas to get to, and then i give him this "what are you trying to prove" look and then i did the unthinkable but if you know me it isn't soo unthinkable... i grabbed the pack of 35 ballpark beef franks, held it closely to my face whilst pointing at him and laughing...holy crap did that set him off. now mind you this is a pretty long light...so i have time to set everything back in the bag and get ready to waste this kid...oh man was it fun...so as we are getting ready to set off, this kid opens up his sun roof and flicks me off...and all along i am thinking why didn't he just roll down his window and say something to me...and why would he do that when he knows that i am going to walk all over his bavarian motor works piece of trash...and so you know the end of the story...bmw gets trounced by a car that cost half as much and was driven my someone who had hotdogs,burgers, and buns in the car...don't really know what that has to do with anything...but the only thing i could think of as i let all four wheels propel me forward in a surge of g's that only is possible in my car, and on the planet earth where....ok enough physics...but seriously the only thing running through my head was why did he flick me off before i trounced him...so anyways he was a total d bag because i was playing fair and didn't even provoke him...and now said driver probably feels like a d bag because he picked a fight when the outcome was already decided before the start...so to the victor goes the phat party with all of his famous friends and the hotdogs...or what ever...keep it real.

l3unny OUT

so really all of the title has to do with the trouble portion of this post...so i was on my way home from wendys one monday night and for some strange reason was doing the speed limit...as i explained earlier to some friends, i don't always speed around places...but anyways...on the way home i was passed by you guessed it...the orange county sherriffs department vehicle...yeah so heres where it gets interesting...he passes me and then waits in the neighborhood that i am about to pass [this is where i begin to think, "crap i should've taken the 429 (toll road) home"] so here comes the fuzz/five-o whatever you wanna call them...and so i am switching lanes just to see if he is going to follow me, and yeah he does...so i pull out onto highway 50 and like clockwork there go the lights...so i am thinking what the freak is going on here...so i pull of to the side of the road and he gets on the loud speaker and says get out of the car with your license and registration...you know the deal, this is the first time i have been told to exit the vehicle so i am thinking wow this can't be good. already it is cold outside and now i have to get out of the car, he says to me your license is invalid...did you know that? uh no officer i didn't or i wouldn't have been driving...but in more polite verbage...cause here in the south everyone is super polite even when you know the other person is making a mistake...so i call home saying that my license is invalid and that i need someone to come get me...so to make things short, the following day, and about $900 dollars later i was able to get back in my car and drive again...crap it makes you appreciate not having to walk everywhere or rely on public transport here. cause i would shoot myself if i had to do that...oh yeah and don't bother people when they are thinking...or under stress, or really late at night, it makes them act differently...but that is understandable...just take my advice and run with it. life will be much easier if you heed my council...or you don't have to...sorry today was kinda weird, so the post is kinda weird, and i still don't have any photos of steven for you so it may be the next installment. timing, timing, timing, why is what, when, and how you say something so influential in the answer that you are receive...crap... that is all i have to say tonight...thank you,...

so i have been frequenting the beaches as of a couple of weeks mostly because there are friends of mine that had never been to the beach...or hadn't been to the beach since their arrival in florida so i kinda felt obligated to take them...but it was always fun times...like this last time for example...we went to cocoa beach, and it was fun...but before i get to that let me tell you about the trip there...ok done...it was pretty uneventful well at least on the way there it was because i think that almost everyone was sleeping...or fake playing like they were sleeping so that they wouldn't have to listen to me or something like that or maybe they were just genuinely tired...lets go with the last one for the sake of the story and for my feelings...j/k...so after we get to the beach we stand around for a little bit and when i say stand around i mean...shop or whatever, window shopping. after i decide that the store that we had entered was in fact not the store that i remember it being, and duh that's because it wasn't said store because said store is across the street...so i go and change...and hit the beach...we are at the beach and i am still a little red from the previous 2 times that i refused to wear sun screen, i just hate it soooo much...like think of your arch enemy/nemesis or whatever you wanna call it and then multiply that by 1,000 and you then divide by 35.6 and you will have the amount of hatred that i have for sun screen... sometimes it smells good but that is just like a bug to a bright light once you see/smell it your zapped/dead.  so we were making this sand castle and this is where the fun begins...steven, or zen, or king lee or whatever his name really is... for all intensive purposes which this is... we will refer to him as steven. steven is a young lad of some age maybe 5 or 6 and he offered to aide us in our quest for the best castle that could be built at high tide... steven loved to help, and stevens mother/sister whoever it was would, at random times throughout the course of the sand castle building process approach steven and force feed him a pb&j sandwich which steven would down with the greatest of ease...steven is vietnamese so he didn't understand what we were saying to him, or so we thought...and then he started talking but not to us...i don't think but come to find out little steven does understand english...so we finish the castle, well at least we were finished playing with the castle, so i speedily informed steven that he should trounce the castle with everything that he had in him...which by the way wasn't very much...really all he did was manage to kick dirt/sand on everyone, except yours truly...oh yeah and i am thinking that i probably should'nt post this until i have the pictures to show you...but then it would make it more fun to have you read another post whilst looking at completely unrelated pictures...that would be great...ok so you have something else to look forward to besides the end of this terrible blog that some people actually choose to read...thank you fans/friends/country wo/men ha ha ha...anyways that wasn't funny but i digress a lot though right?...so where were we...steven has just destroyed the sand castle with some help... how many of you have seen princess bride...thats a classic film...thats kinda what my blog reminds me of, when the little boy always interrupts his grandpa during the story and he always has to restart the story, that's kinda what you guys are thinking...but if you haven't seen the movie...1. you should see it 2. you probably don't know what i am talking about until you do step 1. end of story is we leave the beach, not burned like before because it actually turned into a tan...still not dark enough but much better than before, and so we then go to wendys for lunch/dinner, whatever and i devour 4 junior bacon cheese burgers, fries and a oreo frosty shake thing, where have those been all my life...and just to say...frosties and french fries aren't everything they are cracked up to be...sorry guys/gals. so trrouble is always waiting just around the river bend...and something about a blue corn moon...pork chop hontas always sang this song...but i think the trouble story is going to be next time with the pictures of steven and the beach...plus we found this freakin awesomely sexy gorgeous mermaid/merman j/k, at the beach...man good times...pictures to follow soon, or as soon as they get uploaded...hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge. have fun in life... or something like that...i never thought that i would be giving advice or commands whilst in the blog so i won't...life is a blast, friends are great and the church is true...don't know where that came from just felt like i should say it...outies.

ok so heres the deal...

what the freak is with the 6'4'' l3unny in my living room you might be asking.... actually if you only knew the whole story you might be asking that but because you probably don't you probably aren't asking that question... but anyways...now that i think about it i don't think that i titled my last post...what in the world is the world coming toooo.. i seriusly can't remember what day it is sometimes but this is serious...

ok so we had spring/easter egg hunt a little early at my house... so who cares... what ever keeps the little kids happy and rotting their little teeth out... that sounds really bad i know but they won't learn unless they experience it... what in the world are they experienceing to begin with you might be asking and you are asking the wrong person... if you haven't figured that out by now we need to have another discussion...but again that would be another discussion for another day and time... or whatever.

so the other day...and when i say the other day, i mean....yesterday night...not at the usual venue and when i say venue... i mean the "hop of i's" so we were at this time drum roll please...perkins...so here it goes...and there it went... no but seriously i now know why we go to latoya instead of perkins...personality... personality is everthing. and so perkins is a no go...but on the way back from the bathroom...yeah during the time that i ordered until the time that i received probably the not so best pancakes in the world i used the facilities...mostly to wash my face and wake up...i see at the host stand...there is a yellow card...not like that kind you get in soccer for roughing people up...but on it is says...free piece of pie if i don't offer you one...so i think score...people at perkins don't care about their jobs...well i didn't really think that but it makes it more interesting if i were to have thought that....so i tell everyone at the table my idea...don't let the waitress ask us for pie... the only question is how to not let her have the option to do so...well one way to ensure that they ask you if you want some pie is the pick up the card that has a picture of some scrumptious key lime pie...but definitely not as good as the stuff that i make....pictured on it...[yeah i must apologize for this one...i will admit it, it was me that picked up the card]...so on the way out i knabbed the yellow reminder card...and to this day [although it has been all of about 16-17 hours] still resides in my care.

l3unny OUT