It's so hot that even Mr. T's gold chains are sweating. I done fixed up my van to float, fly, and drive through concrete walls without a scratch but the fool AC isn't working and it hella hot in here.
Mr. T don't read so good, so when I took that test yesterday I thought Quizilla was calling me a JACKASS. I don't know who Quizilla is but I think it must be Godzilla's little sister, and if I could beat him down twice I was gonna give a hella beating to Quizilla. But then Face told me it said Mr. T was a JACKAL. Damned livejournal jibba-jabba!