I sat alone in the crowed lunch room. Quietly
- I sat alone in the crowed lunch room. Quietly judging the loud mouth talkers and the extra people who dance around like its recess. Ugh how i wish these people would just leave.
- As I sat alone, fuming in my fog of hatred towards the open-mouth chewers and french fry moochers, I saw her. An angel in Uggs and Abercrombie & Fitch. She looked up and caught my
- eye, i wanted to look away but i knew i couldn't. She stared back at me intently as if she was waiting for something, I opened my mouth and tried to speak but
- her sexy, beautiful body leave me wordless...That when I have to get it in.
- who are you lmao ! freaky ASS
- Im da man of yo dirty fever dreams
- Bruh..........
- for real Bruh....
- Bruh. sup? num say? poppin? up the topside. Got Shady down fersum skippy, my mane. Ya dig? Don be foldin no sh*t bout my gangsta, Bruh. An pulld dem pantsum. Ken see yo dope kaboos
- , chicka chicka boom boom, chicka chicka boom.
- Started
- 2014-10-07 14:43:44
- Finished
- 2014-10-24 17:37:04
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