In accordance with the will of Jenny, [to save her computer], I resized all the pictures from last night and selected the most integral. Here is another livejournal cut, with a few pictures never yet divulged:
Whatsup Kaaba?
Are my socks golden in colour or from piss/sweat?
Cuatro
Notwithstanding the visages of Fahad and Yasemin, note how pwnage Arabian geometry is.
Family + 1.
Pimp my ride more than this, Exhibit.
Babyyy!
Professions: Makeup artist, Manager, Actress.
Hey Talia, your best friend, Noor the Banker. Methinks Jim and Noor purchased the same suit, in the same size.
Yo wedding crasher and best drinker.
Levi's and Beltki.
Possessed red-eyed siblings.
Imagine if they tripped?
Gateway to matrimony.
Father-daughter dance.
Spiral castle.
Sanctuary for these children.
My little cousin, Amir, with his hands folded, is paying tribute to his God for this illustrious cake.
Smirnoff Face.
Tau Kappa Epsilon.
Shaman/sorcerer/grandmother.
In this picture, ostensibly, it is as if Fahad's mouth's circumference can withstand a bbc.
Am I correct or what?
You can sort of see my bling [watch and ring]; I had to carry that Qur'an for like fifteen minutes and it is fucking heavy.
GTF OUT!