I thought we were going to run amuck?
I am now budnick, but you have to ask my friend Dunn-E why.
So, tonight me and all three haishas are down at the dock, and we get a great idea. We're going to buy a paddleboat. No, not a paddleboat, we decided... 2 or maybe even 3 paddleboats were in order for the type of "blowing it out of proportion" we had in mind. It's me and gordon on the USS More Powerful Than Superman, Batman, and Spiderman Combined ( or the USS MPoSBS, or for Glosis, "That paddleboat, Nigga!")
The nights that I spend with friends are worth so much more to me than anyone really realizes. It's the nights that I spend busting smiz, or sitting around, just garage pimping it at Bruce-Bruce's ("Let Bruce-Bruce hit it.") crib. It's those nights where I discover so much more about myself than I do during any other time in my normal routine. It's like an advanced-speed self-realization class. I learn what traits embody impeccable friends in my mind, I hear the fiz willing to pass off a tall blonde to me. The funny part is that I actually had a dream about that and don't think that it would be that bad. To quote a good man, "She'll suck your dick." Not that that's why I want to know this girl, she is pretty money, except for the whole being kinda dumb thing. Whatever, I'm going to stop trying to defend myself now. I'm off topic anyway.
Ah, fuck it. Even I'm lost now.
Matt-E: You know, I realized that I have a soft spot for tall blondes, and for strippers dressed as catholic schoolgirls.
Dunn-E: That's really fucked up, man. What the fuck is wrong with you? You're one weird asshole fuck.
So, tonight me and all three haishas are down at the dock, and we get a great idea. We're going to buy a paddleboat. No, not a paddleboat, we decided... 2 or maybe even 3 paddleboats were in order for the type of "blowing it out of proportion" we had in mind. It's me and gordon on the USS More Powerful Than Superman, Batman, and Spiderman Combined ( or the USS MPoSBS, or for Glosis, "That paddleboat, Nigga!")
The nights that I spend with friends are worth so much more to me than anyone really realizes. It's the nights that I spend busting smiz, or sitting around, just garage pimping it at Bruce-Bruce's ("Let Bruce-Bruce hit it.") crib. It's those nights where I discover so much more about myself than I do during any other time in my normal routine. It's like an advanced-speed self-realization class. I learn what traits embody impeccable friends in my mind, I hear the fiz willing to pass off a tall blonde to me. The funny part is that I actually had a dream about that and don't think that it would be that bad. To quote a good man, "She'll suck your dick." Not that that's why I want to know this girl, she is pretty money, except for the whole being kinda dumb thing. Whatever, I'm going to stop trying to defend myself now. I'm off topic anyway.
Ah, fuck it. Even I'm lost now.
Matt-E: You know, I realized that I have a soft spot for tall blondes, and for strippers dressed as catholic schoolgirls.
Dunn-E: That's really fucked up, man. What the fuck is wrong with you? You're one weird asshole fuck.