To everyone:

Roll with me to see Jurassic5.

T.I.

Allison,
sorry we couldn't go to that last hip-hop show. Do you want to see Jurassic5?

What's up world?

J.T., Lunch or dinner next week.

Final-fuckin-ly... we moved into the place.

I hope I never have to look for a place to live again for the rest of my life.

FUCK THE USPS.
FUCK THE USPS!!!!
FUCK THE USPS!!!!

... and anyone who endorses/sponsors it.

Fuckers... fuckin' fuckers.

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Huh, Celeste?

Anywho, I know you said not to do it. But I might. Not immediately. But maybe later. Sorry, lady. Forgive me.

T.I.

If anyone has a USB cord for the infamous iPod that you do not need, I would buy it from you for $10. Or $5 and a lollipop.

You ditch us for "lotion" again and I'll slit your throat. Bes belee dat.

Relocation soon.

One lines.

No meanings.

Chicken without shoes in the streets.

I'm out.

T.I.

I am THE shit!!

Agree in comment-form or I'm sending areiser to your place of residence to fuck you up.

T.I.

Yeah... so if you start dancing to the music in your iPizzy like you're in a club that's advertised on The Beat 104.3... you woke up still drunk.

Damn you Shives.

T.I.

What the fuck is wrong with my brain and chess today?!?!

I'm sucking harder than a male prostitute from Wisconsin on a Tuesday.

T.I.