Its not even like i aint see it coming.... but this mf'er rocked me to sleep. Ive been at his house for his wifes burthday party for DAYS. Family and friends and all kinds of merriments and mirth. Wild fucking mirth yo. And birfday cake (which is the only cake i eat).
I figured when i busted his ass in spades there'd be some repercussions.... but nothing... im literally packing my shit to leave and he's like... hold up.. BAM.
Who yall got him thinking he is... the fuck is this... polo? He Ralph? Doing Olympics editions and all that.
Yall going too far with the encouragement.
WHY AM I DOING TITTY TRICKS WITH YOUNG PAUL MCCARTNEY HAIR?
Also i dont know what nationalizations the original...