Well I was behind because I got to finally do something I been wanting to do for twenty some years....No not a new designer drug...no threesomes...not even an alien chick like Captain Kirk. Naw, but still one for the bucket list.
Yeah so what of it. You saying oh shit but he is. He got to be the most all over the place white black Indian creek indiglo gurl hurl shovel wielding motherfucker with a Freddie Kruger hat I ever met. Right? No. You just said....but aren't you? And smiled?
Yeah. You know I'm like a butt plug covered in hot sauce, and you really need to shit. I'm an enema filled with pee and you don’t even listen to r Kelly. I'm a joint that’s got dog shit in it and your names not Chong.
I guess I should be in some serious vent this time...since I said that's it...this is the end. Fuck it. You don't I'm done...I'm gonna go out and just do this like my name was famous and I don't have to write shit unless I feel like it...but then I think....don't I do that shit anyways? Do I do this for myself?