For whom it may concern: at a wedding, when the bar closes, don't be a fucking dick.
It's closed.
P.S. - My job blows cock.

Oh... time goes by. And I stop posting as much. Shit happens. I'm frustrated lately. A few good things I need to say. If you get it, cool, if not, whatever ( Read more... )

Haven't updated in awhile, but mainly because I haven't had a reason to ( Read more... )

As much as I love to make fun of Graham, I hate to see it happen, so ( Read more... )

Wow... you people update a lot.
Hunger

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Shit. Ran out of Bandwidth. Maybe next month.
Got my hair braided into flats (dreads, more or less.)
I dunno why. Seemed like a good idea.
Special thanks to Amanda and Quinnetta, for the 1 1/2 hour work.
Here's the before and after. (Omg... it's ugly. My face.)
( Dreads, nukka. )

Six Flags. With my baby.
Dropping fetus bombs on people down below.
Hitting someone in the face with shoes.
"the regular size only comes with one flavor." "what flavor?"
DO A HURKEY!
And just so you all know, the superman ride is the bomb shit.
The End.
Yay Atlanta.

"You're worried about finding a strain of period blood on your penis, and my farting is disgusting."