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a half, so ladies, get a towel.
he is God's gift to pusssy, is what all the
women scream when he walks into the
room. the faint and cry for the pootie
tang within kenneth li.
creation of a position for me at ken's
oober cool company. i am now his
senior executive of office
companionship... in other words, i hang
out at his office reading magazines and
doing homework to keep him company
when he is bored with his job,
distressed with life, and starved for
response to his rhetoric questions.
p.s. i think i deserve a raise
Ken gave me one of his favorite Ts at a
party .. as long as i can rock it nice!
nUTHIN' but love for ya!!!!!
parent's crizzle nustled along the
Palisades hinterlands, and so I
doubled up and tried to ride
motorcycle home in a daze
afterwards...wound up in the South
Bronx sobering up over plantain chips
with my peoples instead. Thanks for
ghetting me back in touch with my
roots bro...
tuesday set on the titanic. as it went
down, we played and played to the very
end. the kids loved to dance. later,
one showed up in gap ad heaven doing a
reverse bboy freeze.
the day, Ken used to be sexually confused,
so his testimonials reflected that. But now
Kenster is soooo about the ladies so my
previous testimonial was deleted, like a bad
memory. Be proud of your heritage Ken! But
for real Ken is my boy, and my funktified
partner in crime. You break his heart, I break
your face!!!
me..Can you not do that?
with him for the first time and they
just opened the velvet ropes...this man
is Mr.VIP everybody their was showing
him mad love..People were running up
just to get noticed by this playboy..We
cruised the club then he turns and says
lets leave theirs no industry people i
know here...
Then a couple weeks later we meet him
to go eat..we found the place but we
didnt see him at any tables...then the
waitress takes us all the way to the
back through the kitchen..And Ken was
sitting their with his own private
section with all his boys..I was like
damn playboy,u got mad connects bro,he
was like yeah me and the owner of this
burrito place go way back..
was all like, there should be a
community, you know? Like an online
community, connecting people- and then
there friendster was.
manger outside of north american
lobster in new jersey off of Route 1&9.
god chose jesus to be the one and only
lord and savior and left ken by the
wayside. poor ken.