shut up, what? Well, now that you've asked, well, lemme see...stop steppin' on my shit, lemme talk, fuck.....I am a great dancer. I make you a plate of rice pilaf, smothered in my underwear that'll knock your fuckin' tits to da dirt! I call it a Tunic Salad Sandwich, minus the bread and tunic. Now tune in...and this is FOR the ladies, but one thing about me you may not know, is that I have tender feelinz. My tender feelinz I keep wrapped up in a Whataburger napkin. Der be a little crusted ketchup on it, but if you unfold it, the poem goes as follows:I am standing on da riverbank/my ipod stuck on Hoobastank/wish you was here's/and not over der's/cause if you was here's/We'd be arguing bout some shit like on 33rd and 3rd wondering bout all that bullshit you was talking bout made sense and where my OG Fila's/i'm completely impressed with anyone's doodie. if you have something worth looking atm just email it to me. i promise not to jerk off while looking at it. mostly.
balbert Mctobbit wants you to check out a photo on MySpace in the BBQ Fun album
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