Playas, I am shitty.
Texas is ridic, we went out celebrating our win (well basically me and some dudes I met in the hotel lobby) and i got mad drunk at this arcade, right? Anyway, I woke up with a fistfull of quarters and a welt the size of a Street Fighter II joystick. No homo.
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ps - Baby, if you're reading this, daddy is kidding, the wedding is still on, slut.
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Yo C.Piddy. I was at that game last night. You shoulda been pitching. You wouldn't have busted your hammy like P. Hizzy.
How much would you sell your shutout sauce for?
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