I was the first downstairs, as usual. I had already told Paul to wake up, but he liked to snooze for a few more minutes before he had to get up to go to work.
I made coffee and heard him stumble down the stairs. "Good morning hun," I said as I gave him a kiss on his stubbled cheek and gave him his cup of coffee. His green eyes were only half open and his brown hair was a sleepy mess. I continued making the lunch for my son, Max. As I was nearly finished Paul grumbled a few words in his distinct manner before leaving the house.
I had a cup of coffee myself as I watched the morning news and smoked the first cigarette of the day. The first one was the second best, the after dinner cigarette had it beat by far though.
Soon it was time to wake up Max, so I went upstairs and shook him ever so lightly. "Good morning honey, it's time for school," I said with a smile. "Mommy, I don't wanna go!" he replied. "You always say that Max, and everytime you come home from school you loved it. So, no complaining and get moving."
As soon as I dropped of Max at school I returned home and let Caesar the dog out in the yard so I could start doing laundry. When I finished and grabbed another cup of coffee I went out in the yard to see what Caesar was up to. It had been too quiet and that usually meant he was up to no good.
I looked all over the yard but he was nowhere to be found. He had a habit of escaping, only to return all muddy or wet or both. I decided to go outside and look for him, he couldn't have gotten far.
It was a warm sunny day so it was nice to stroll about the neighbourhood, even though Caesar was nowhere to be found.
On a hunch I decided to go look in front of the house. There was a man sitting against a tree in the sun, seemingly enjoying the warm weather and the slight breeze. He was petting a dog that looked awfully familiar.
Caesar had never taken a liking to any stranger before, so it was quite an odd sight to behold.
I called him a couple of times but he didn't listen. What had this man done to my dog?! "Excuse me, that's my dog you're petting!" I yelled.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiU2omjqg9A

Updated a track; http://www.looperman.com/tracks/detail/121148

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gzkA7ArGkak#!

wREd: someone say something about lunch>
wREd: ?
SinThaSizah: yeah they're serving smoked sausage wREd your fav
wREd: i actually dont like sausage much
SinThaSizah: you just like to smoke em eh?
Raie: woah
Raie: woah
Raie: woah
Raie: lol
SinThaSizah: lol
SinThaSizah: wow you must really love me then since you ate my sausage the other day wREd xD
~TotallyEclipsed~: Oo
SinThaSizah: whut?
SinThaSizah: I like to cook

[Throck237 has entered the room.]
SinThaSizah: Throck237: are you a Viking?
Throck237: hello
Throck237: no i am not why did you ask
SinThaSizah: because Throck sounds like a Viking name
SinThaSizah: Throck, the Viking King, follow him and his loose crew on their rampages throughout Europe
Throck237: i just would like people to knoow me by a short nickname sinthisizah
SinThaSizah: yeah yeah I get it
SinThaSizah: I'm just being silly mate
SinThaSizah: don't take it personal ok
SinThaSizah: lmao you'll never guess what I found when I googled throck
SinThaSizah: I'm cracking up here seriously
SinThaSizah: Urban Dictionary: throck www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=throck - A portmanteau combining the words "Throbbing" and "Cock". One gets a throck when he hasn't had action in a while
SinThaSizah: why would you call yourself Throck237 ?
SinThaSizah: you called yourself a throbbing cock lmao

Another Spin member, deadbride, took one of my beats and sang on it;

http://vocaroo.com/?media=v78zFe9XhxJ39Sirx

Amazing!!!

Yep another track; http://www.looperman.com/tracks/detail/121052