That’s urban legend ma dood. I been stabbed like 42 1/2 times and I walked away like it was nothing. And then I heard about my uncle’s niece’s step-sister’s baby daddy’s dog Taniqua’s puppy’s owner’s momma’s twice removed sister’s son’s nephew who was somehow-related-to-some-bacon-bits got stabbed 42 3/4 times and he survived that mess. It was chill.
You ain’t shiiiiiiiiiiit
is a very sexy thing. thank you.
You know what bothers me? When people often complain about their parents and how they don’t understand or any of the myriad of problems that they can have. People just don’t understand that I would give anything to have grown up with some parents…
My female love interest and I went to the Chicken Fillet dining establishment located in our community’s mall one afternoon.
I requested that she procure me a Chicken Sandwich and a small quantity of Waffle Fries for the lowest price available.
She asked me for my beverage preference, and I stated my desire for the Doctor Pepper flavor of cola syrup.
She returned, having procured the meal free of any financial charges.
thank you very much toots. =]]
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