Oh, you
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!
FUCKING FINALLY! I just got out of the filthy goddamn crate I've been living in for 2.5 weeks. Don't get me started on the smell of it, alright here it is:
1. imagine some poop
2. shit
3. cheese sandwich
4. diarrhea.
5. sides on a Thai food dish.
- Pretty fucking stinky -
All of that on top of black people hair - a.k.a a dentist office that has just gone through a chlorine bleach mixed with feces.
6. Didn't help that I shit myself the first day with brown gold.
So there I am with my pure white Christian soul in this dank ass, dark ass, stinky skanky skunk ass shipping crate. How'd I get in this debacle!? Fuck if I know. Probably had something to with the child trafficking ring I stumbled upon and somehow got involved with against my will and was launched to the top of the ranks by accident and was forced against my will to be the leader of said child trafficking ring. You could even say I was the one who found the children, gained their trust, and soon exploited them into my own humble and honest needs. You could even go so far as saying that I inspired the name and company: Nicole's Children For Sale. Some would even say that yours truly got first pickin's (I GOT DIBS - Daddy always gets a taste.) How long does it take to get to know and love one of these youthful products - more like how many licks does it take to get to the center of their youthful twats!? 2 slippery pink ones. But that's going to cost you a pretty penny. This one here bought my way across Thailand! and some new skirts.
Poor, poor Nicole. I can't believe I was duped into such a great and justifiable business.
Anyway, the reason I was in a crate was because my Sorority sabotaged me! Apparently those sluts wanted to put down a fundraiser for orphans or something stupid like that. I was just being selfless little Nicole, when I gathered up 67 kids and sold and ran their lives like a slave driver in some country called Morocco. Raising funds is fun! HOLLA!!
I guess child trafficking in the name of Sorority titties in my face is highly illegal and severely frowned upon. Not just in backwards Morocco (where they sell children) but the world over. WHATEVER! So it was only a matter of time before I got my fine ass voluptuous buns into some trouble. Some fucking local police headed by this douche with MSNBC raided the brothel I've been living in the past few months....
(Speaking of; I'd never forget my love for LiveJournal and all of my many loyal readers
- I've missed you babies! They don't have internetzz in this shit hole, just AIDS.)
Yeah, raided! Raided like all of those little children's innocence and dreams. Who cares, my dreams were to just help out my Sorority sisters in the hopes of some flip-flopping girl-on-girl tounge-in-twat finger-in-brown action. I was tipped off that he was coming by the kids because they love me so much for giving them part of my profits (a penny for each year of service... HOLLA for not being open a year!)
So I gots myself, and my titties and my chunk of change from those kiddies, the funk out of there! Did you know shipping freighters have no night security? There was this one boat that looked particular inviting and really spoke to the humanitarian in me because it had this business plastered all over it:
HHHHHOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAA
Me and Hernandéz were the only survivors of the great Child Trafficking/Hospital Fire of 2008... I couldn't leave any evidence niggas!!! Besides, Hernandôz came in real handy when I got no bathroom while hiding in a crate on the run for my life from MSNBC, he ate and drank his fill of my toilet behavior for a week until he got fat enough for me to eat. His filthy life was torn apart by my savage appetite. FINGER LICKING GOOD!!!!!
Fucking living in a crate got me all up on free soil - back to the Sorority house! It took 2.5 weeks to reach it, bomp bomp! But I'll never forget the ordeal those children put me through. Those little shits had the nerve to call me Mama Nicole! NO ONE CALLS ME MAMA if they're not slipping it in and giving it up FOR FREE!
These Greek slut bitches will pay for misunderstanding the true meaning of fund raising!!
FUCKING FINALLY! I just got out of the filthy goddamn crate I've been living in for 2.5 weeks. Don't get me started on the smell of it, alright here it is:
1. imagine some poop
2. shit
3. cheese sandwich
4. diarrhea.
5. sides on a Thai food dish.
- Pretty fucking stinky -
All of that on top of black people hair - a.k.a a dentist office that has just gone through a chlorine bleach mixed with feces.
6. Didn't help that I shit myself the first day with brown gold.
So there I am with my pure white Christian soul in this dank ass, dark ass, stinky skanky skunk ass shipping crate. How'd I get in this debacle!? Fuck if I know. Probably had something to with the child trafficking ring I stumbled upon and somehow got involved with against my will and was launched to the top of the ranks by accident and was forced against my will to be the leader of said child trafficking ring. You could even say I was the one who found the children, gained their trust, and soon exploited them into my own humble and honest needs. You could even go so far as saying that I inspired the name and company: Nicole's Children For Sale. Some would even say that yours truly got first pickin's (I GOT DIBS - Daddy always gets a taste.) How long does it take to get to know and love one of these youthful products - more like how many licks does it take to get to the center of their youthful twats!? 2 slippery pink ones. But that's going to cost you a pretty penny. This one here bought my way across Thailand! and some new skirts.
Poor, poor Nicole. I can't believe I was duped into such a great and justifiable business.
Anyway, the reason I was in a crate was because my Sorority sabotaged me! Apparently those sluts wanted to put down a fundraiser for orphans or something stupid like that. I was just being selfless little Nicole, when I gathered up 67 kids and sold and ran their lives like a slave driver in some country called Morocco. Raising funds is fun! HOLLA!!
I guess child trafficking in the name of Sorority titties in my face is highly illegal and severely frowned upon. Not just in backwards Morocco (where they sell children) but the world over. WHATEVER! So it was only a matter of time before I got my fine ass voluptuous buns into some trouble. Some fucking local police headed by this douche with MSNBC raided the brothel I've been living in the past few months....
(Speaking of; I'd never forget my love for LiveJournal and all of my many loyal readers
- I've missed you babies! They don't have internetzz in this shit hole, just AIDS.)
Yeah, raided! Raided like all of those little children's innocence and dreams. Who cares, my dreams were to just help out my Sorority sisters in the hopes of some flip-flopping girl-on-girl tounge-in-twat finger-in-brown action. I was tipped off that he was coming by the kids because they love me so much for giving them part of my profits (a penny for each year of service... HOLLA for not being open a year!)
So I gots myself, and my titties and my chunk of change from those kiddies, the funk out of there! Did you know shipping freighters have no night security? There was this one boat that looked particular inviting and really spoke to the humanitarian in me because it had this business plastered all over it:
HHHHHOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAA
Me and Hernandéz were the only survivors of the great Child Trafficking/Hospital Fire of 2008... I couldn't leave any evidence niggas!!! Besides, Hernandôz came in real handy when I got no bathroom while hiding in a crate on the run for my life from MSNBC, he ate and drank his fill of my toilet behavior for a week until he got fat enough for me to eat. His filthy life was torn apart by my savage appetite. FINGER LICKING GOOD!!!!!
Fucking living in a crate got me all up on free soil - back to the Sorority house! It took 2.5 weeks to reach it, bomp bomp! But I'll never forget the ordeal those children put me through. Those little shits had the nerve to call me Mama Nicole! NO ONE CALLS ME MAMA if they're not slipping it in and giving it up FOR FREE!
These Greek slut bitches will pay for misunderstanding the true meaning of fund raising!!