Tijuana Timberlake
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| Location | Los Angeles, CA, United States |
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| Interests | you |
| Favorite Movies | Vinny: I don't want a fuss, and I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give me exactly what I want, there will be fucking murders. Bullet Tooth Tony: [to Tyrone] What's your name? Sol: Shoot him. Bullet Tooth Tony: [mocking] Ooh. [Vinny attempts to pistol-whip Tony; Tony catches his hand and grips it tightly as Sol draws another gun] Sol: Let … go … of … the … gun! [Tony releases Vinny] Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you're obviously the big dick. And that, on either side of you, are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls. Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer. Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they're not clever. They smell pussy, and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns, and the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point-five-oh" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now … fuck off. |
| Favorite Music | Man this trial done made me broke, nobody's laughin' but I feel like a joke My wife is there, she's filled with tears, she'll have a new man in five years I got a cold heart, I ain't gon' lie, but that shit right there made me cry Trapped in the cell, the first day in, my cellmate shanked me in the back with a pen I could feel it go in, I turned for revenge, he started screamin' I killed his friend I started to shake, he started to fuss, he said, "Over a god damn six hundred bucks!" Man he could'a killed me, he started to laugh, he said I'm gonna have to live with my past Let the demon sit up in my brain from bringin' that pain, from movin' that caine I'm sittin' there bleedin, shit is misleadin, I'm in a hospital on the very first evenin' Grittin' my teeth cause life ain't sweet Now I'm trapped in the belly of the beast, shit Three sixty five, I did it five times and I walked out without a lie in my mind No red meats, I'm back on the streets, thangs done changed, it's a new game Cats that I knew that was into books had flipped the script and turned into crooks |
| Favorite Books | “If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.” |