no, not that crap that the o'jays sold to soda companies or whateverthehell they sold it to to make some well deserved cash but bunny sigler's version of "love train". it was so incredibly soulful. the mood lifeter that i needed this afternoon. you see the heat was starting to get to me as i had to dress all proper for a going away party that killing stuff monthly is throwing for their fishing editor, who we can call "old man winter" and i needed a pick me up and the bastard pod put on ole bunny. and it was delicious.and you miss it then i feel sorry.
sorry for yoooooooouuuuuu.
tell all the brother in africa. ahhhh-fri-caaaahh. but the bastard digresses.
secondly and almost more importantly:
nobody beats the biz.
i mean fucking NO-bodythe biz came on at lexington and the bastard realized something. the biz can rap the goddam phone book and i would listen to him. now the bastard is gonna go play some basketball.
—the bastard
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yah that right
Find me on Facebook dammit. Before another couple of years go by and we're still sending disjointed text messages.
you're a real ballbreaker art school. good thing i know your maiden name otherwise i'd never find you on the face book
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