Thats right jigaboo, I be calling yo white ass to a good ole homecookin smack down. I have yo ass lickin the harbor skum off my boots.
So you think you are one bad ass motha do you? I was and am the original Harbor Master, I gots tricks you would have wet dreams about. Back when you were getting your ass paddled by your momma, I was biking along the railroad tracks through the Westside, fishing rod strapped to the frame of my bike, returning from another conquest in the harbor. I remember one day I was out throwing some gear and I caught the biggest f#ckin ronki you have ever seen. Sheat, the damn thing musta been two feet long. And the time I landed the seagull on a fly lined chovie, match that pansy. You probably get your panties in a bunch just trying to get your mom to drop you off.
See, you young children dont understand the true finesse of being the Harbor Master. You get out there with your weak ass #####, thinking you all that, when really, I could come and lay the serious smackdown on yo ass without lifting a finger. I think you need to review the articles on being a Barnie to even start to think about getting on the same level as I am.

So next time you should think before opening your little trap cus I will be sending you more than a mouthful bizatch.

Peace Out
OG Jamon

Oh yeah, and this ones for Brian the jackass. Thanks for the vote little buddy but that aint no bite guard on my arm in that pic. Under that bandage is the IV I had put in my arm after I punched my brother in the face and got an infected 8 stiches in my finger (you can see the bandage on the hand holding the rod). So Harbor #####, if you have read down this far on the page without whimpering to yo momma, remember that my hand is always ready to put a ##### slap across yo smack talkin ass. And that grumpy Sandie I am holding was part of Swimbait and my science project that we swindeled our way into a triumphant second place, getting beat out by a kid who make fish hooks with noodles (yeah, you got me on that one).