Hi, I’m Styla Kid. No. It's not my real name. Reason I have it is so I don't have to give you my real name. Thats delicate infomation to me. Totally Classifeid. Tre Importanté. Absolutly Untellable. By the way, my real name is Baby Aurie Lloyd Green. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me Aurie. It's not my first name, but I don't want men or hairy women calling me Baby. I’m an artist. I don’t paint pictures. If I did paint pictures they would be the best pictures you would have ever seen. Personally, I would have picked Gabrielle Union for the painting of Mona Lisa, she has a beautiful smile. Mona Lisa has a smile kind of like Sheri Blair. I like music. Who doesn’t. Deaf people I presume. Some do. Some can play music better than most that can hear. Take Blue for example. I like a lot of styles of music. I don’t like slow jams. I try to listen to them. I fell asleep. So I don’t think they will work for my wife when I’m married and feeling intimate. I host quite a few shows. So does Russell Brand. We are nothing alike though. I don’t smoke. I don’t drink excessively. I like to keep myself clean. I wear jeans I can bend my knees in. I’m attracted to females. I wash my hair. I brush my teeth. I told you we are nothing alike. I write articles for several magazines. One is in my blogs. Read It. If you don't, then I will be very upset. As I wrote this, my right hand was in a support brace. This is because I snapped my ligament in my right thumb, ruptured my tendons and sprained the muscles in my right palm. Some think this was from masturbating but I don’t do that. Some think it was because I got into a fight. Well, sort of. I was play fighting with my little cousin, and she won. It’s not that funny. She’s strong and beastly for a 13 year old. I can dance. So can Scotty Too Hotty from WWE. The difference is I don’t get pinned to the floor just after I dance. I have quite large feet. Size 11. I don’t know why, I’m only 5 ft 9. Life is slightly unfair. Adidas make footwear that make people notice how big your feet are. Fila’s are the only make that consider my feelings. Thank You Fila. I am a Christian. I love Jesus. He died for me. Would You? If you said yes, Thank You. But I’m not changing my beliefs. Sorry. I am very positive. I think if you want to try something, go for it. I told my friend this and he went for what he wanted to do. Now he has one good leg left. I didn’t know he wanted to try to learn how to fly off the top of his house. Point is, he tried. Failed, but tried. Listen to Aaliyah. ‘If at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again’. But I do suggest my friend doesn’t listen to this song. I eat pork. Don’t care how you feel. Pork is one of very few meats not diagnosed with an illness. The Cow went Mad. The Goose, Turkey & Chicken got the Flu. Next you could hear the Lamb has Athletes Foot. I said I was positive. I believe God made everyone beautiful. Unless, of course, He made you ugly. I love comedy. Maybe one day I will be funny. I’ve been practicing to be funny. Maybe Russell should try this himself. Here’s a joke. Two sausages in a frying pan. One says ‘Cor blimey, it’s hot in here’, how you feeling?’ The other jumps up and screams ‘AARGH! A TALKING SAUSAGE!’ See that right there. Comedy. Can’t pay for skill like that. I’m hungry. I’m going to make something to eat. It might have pork in it. You read my profile. Why. All you really want to know is how many friends I have, how many comments, how many profile views, and if anyone you know is in my top friends. Thank you for reading it though. I probably won’t read yours. Especially not if it’s as long as mine. Mine was way too long. You should know, you read it. But thank you none the less. Leave a comment. Add me as a friend if you already haven’t. The End...
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STYLA KID
