No photo. Just happy birthday to your mean self! Eat cake nyugga.

My homey and co-conspirator, Ashton, just became Marketing Coordinator Coalmine Records. Real men to real things.

Often, I get asked about what type of computer I have. I don’t have a dell or anything that comes like AS IS straight outta Best Buy. In fact, my mother and father purchased my first computer when I was 4. It set me up to be the monster that I am now. So when I hit college, I got a compaq for real cheap. And had it for a long time. It was slow. Only had a pentium 3 processor. And a 3 gig hard drive. I was po’. But I was po’ before college. I was really po’ during college. I’m still po…well I bought the OR. Ha! The compaq did it’s job. I even used it to record music!

So one day something went wrong with Sleaze’s computer, a compaq also, and he asked if I could fix it. Not one to turn down a challenge to tinker with some machinery, I replied, “Hell yeah I can fix it.” I failed at that. It needed something that I wouldn’t delve into until I few years later. (more…)

Give a hug to your damn mommy today. Call her or something. Show the woman who squeezed you out of her taint for 12 hours that you appreciate the excruciating pain and irreparable damage that your humongous noodle caused to her body. Your lopsided body destroyed her stuffens dude. You suck. You could have just easily glided out of the canal but no you had to do it the hard way. You had to go kicking and screaming. You’re not a gift, you’re a bomb!

Because of your punk ass your mommy doesn’t let daddy touch her anymore. You should be proud of yourself. How could you be so selfish! Damn you… *wipes single thug tear* damn you… Daddy got needs you needy mofo.

For all of you baby mumma’s out there, if you’re still fine, holla at a zillaman. I’m kidding. I know you’re still fine ladies. I’ll take ya worrisome bad ass son to see Speed Racer, I’m kidding. I ain’t taking your bad ass kids anywhere but to the police. Call their deadbeat ass daddy’s up. Karl Malone ass nyuggas. But mumma, I’ll buy you an apple martini as long as you wear those christian louboutin’s that I like with the freak ‘em dress. No big panties…

That goes for you unbabied-up ladies too.

And for your Mr. Moms out there…you’re appreciated as well nyugga. You get dap.

And to my mommy, I love you mommy!!!! We going to Sizzler tonight!!!!

What’s New?

I’m still tweaking out a few things on the site. The feed count is looking extra low because I deleted the old one and created a new one to get the features that I wanted from my feed. Now images and the full feed will show up when you subscribe. You just have to click the title’s permalink to goto the page and comment. Recently I made the theme code much leaner by stripping away at alot of redundancy and started fresh with a classic wordpress theme and skinning it out. Changed up the About page a tad. I’ve been doing some designing for others. But I’ve chosen to leave some of my new work out of the portfolio…for now. There are some other ad networks on ZS. I hope they are not intrusive…or atleast TOO intrusive. But somebody got to pay the bills. Oh the Newsletter, is not pushed by my server any longer. That’s also being pushed by the feed now as well. There’s a list of recent posts at the bottom…so that’s enough posts to see what you are missing on page 2 and 3. I created an attachment page for the images I use. I’m going to serve them off my server now…and less off free image hosts. You know, just taking advantage of what tools I have in front of me. I took out the sidebar mixtapes. The avatars are now governed by Gravatar.com and not off my server. So if you want an avatar, drop a pic into Gravatar.com and all of the blogs which use this service (and there are plenty) will have that avatar available when you drop a comment.

What’s The Same

Same zillaman aka your real daddy.

What’s In The Future

Well 9 months from now you will have a lil’ brother or sister. I’m just sayin’. I’m…the daddy.
You’ll just have to stick around and see…Ioh have a bunch of contests planned to win stuff.