Sweatin' to the Oldies
Hot...hot as a muthafucka. No, I'm not talking about my body (for a change)..its the weather. Whewww (wipes sweat from forehead). Nice though, I must say...nothing quite like ass-watchin' on a sunny Manhattan day. God bless girls with ass, spandex pants, thongs, g-strings, transparent cotton shorts, daisy dukes wit dem cheeks peakin' out. Went to the Metro Museum of Art...I preferred the Guggenheim, but they are closed every Thursday...go figure! Went to the WTC site...shed some tears. Damn...all I can say is damn. If you remember how sore your neck would get from looking up to the top of those towers when standing right in front of them...now...there is nothing...Damn. Then went to South Seaport and chilled. I wanted to go to a movie, but other things took priority.
Who wants a massage! I am the best...its true (just got some lotions and displayed my skill). $100 an hour...1/2 price for friends.
I better stop before my head explodes.
Who wants a massage! I am the best...its true (just got some lotions and displayed my skill). $100 an hour...1/2 price for friends.
I better stop before my head explodes.