Oh where to begin...is this a clean romance fiasco? Or some kind of broken down and vulgar fuck flick straight out of the John Holmes and Seka age of film? I opt for door number three Bob, the one where you die at the end. No no but seriously I don't know where that came from....maybe its from the soy milk and racism I dine on before work every day. Or maybe its all the white rap I blast in my Cadillac and Black women I date, you tell me. And no this isn't opposite day...that's some real kindergarten shit, this is as it was because it is.
That's all you really need to know since I'm in charge here, and that shit gives me a better hard on that seeing a naked chimpanzee on the corner of Hollywood with a ms. daisy hat and some bad bitch tattoos. Then again maybe this is just one of "those" blogs. Maybe its just to take your mind off whatever good or bad shit day you just had, relax with it or fly off the handle...maybe get suicidal and shove a Drano bottle up your ass, fuck it just do it....and no I don't wear Nike. Though I do want a grill.....and some steaks rare with a side of catfish fuck it, indulge while you can, do what you do....bet it all, like Micheal Jackson said This is it....but what he didn't tell ya
is once its done fuck it.
This blog brought to you by a serious need for a vacation, cocaine, beer, strange women, and obnoxious amounts of no strings attached sexual favors from women with nineteen ninety two comic proportions.
is once its done fuck it.
This blog brought to you by a serious need for a vacation, cocaine, beer, strange women, and obnoxious amounts of no strings attached sexual favors from women with nineteen ninety two comic proportions.
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