| RANDY'S PAGE! |
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| Alrighty... FINALLY! I get around to doing Randy's page. Sorry it took so long, Papi. Anywhoo... Let's say that Randy is like, an UNBELIEVABLY great guy, as far as I know. He's SUUUUUPER DUUUUPER sweet, caring, attractive, overall... He's like, my idea of a perfect boyfriend! Anywhoo... Linzy and I have a song that we wrote that goes to the "Green Acres" music. It's REALLY funny. When I get to typing it, I'll put it on here, but until then, and when I get some more pics of him, ya'll are just gonna have to do w/ these. They're actually the ones off his site (I know, ghetto), but hey, it's RANDY! |
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| My favorite picture!!! |
| His favorite picture, my second. What can I say, I love his eyes! |
| This is me and "our baby", Little Randy. I "had" him the day I met him in person. :-D! Spank the monkey! He's a bad monkey, like his daddy! LoL. |
| ALL I'm gonna say to this is "Mmm... YUMMY!", "Break me off a piece of that!" and "It belongs on the floor!!!" |
| At the iMax, I KNEW it was him b/c of the way he holds the mic. Agh... The memories... |
| There's NO SUCH THING as a "Bad Pic" or Randy!!! |
| Cassidy's & Linzy's Song!!! |
| The story: The story is this... Linzy and I got bored as hell like, EVERYDAY in Bio. And I told her about Randy like EVERYDAY in school, and I showed her a pic; she thinkss he's like TOTALLY hott! Anyways... one day, we just got REALLY bored, an started writing a song. And it was ACTUALLY pretty good. There's some VERY stupid parts, but that's only b/c we were THAT bored. |
| THE SONG! |
| Randy Akers is the place for me Myrtle Beach is where I need to be Behind a bush at the iMax, you'll see Papi Chulo will be bangin me I'll be screamin' "ooh" and "aah", you know Security will stop us and say "Kids lets go" We'll be put in jail with a guy next to a 'fro Will our parents bail us out, hell no We'll be grounded for for 2 years That means no phatness weed or beer But we'll sneak out and steal a John Deer And ride all the way to Cali from here We'll stay weird and fuck for a year Since I'm a horn dog, I'll end up with six kids We'll get old and our drawers will have skids Randy Jr. will push us in our wheelchairs We'll be livin it up in Compton yellin' "Fuck Tha Police", when we're on welfare Then we'll go gray and loose our hair We'll get sick, puke and bleed And I'll die happy with Papi next to me And now we're at the end of our song So let's raise up once more and hit the bong |