Remember when we were flying our
kites in Queens and Cokey hit you with
his motor cycle? Well it just so happens
that I saw him riding on the FDR this
morning and he threw a tupper-ware
container full of tortillas and spanish rice
at me that stained my Ninja Turtle
pajamas I won through Ski-Wee at
Jiminy Peak. This is beef worse than
not inviting Joe Gianetti to your Aspen
Extreme party I'm talking Stuart
Pickering Fredrick Bronstein type shit. I
say we fill up squirt guns with piss just
like Fred Savage in "The Boy Who
Could Fly," drive out to Queens and get
Cristian, Walter, Michel and Derrick to
help us do a Gio-style game winning flip
on that nigga ASAP. This way we can
once again rest without injuries. By the
way, word on the street is that Libby
Klein and you never REALLY were
boyfriend and girlfriend. Glass pipes!
on myspace muddafucka!
killmequickly@hotmail.com
here at college...i have a bunk bed with your
name on it!
HAMPTONS magazine. I hate that
socialite-bullshit magazine, but props to
you for what they wrote about yo' azz.
kites in Queens and Cokey hit you with
his motor cycle? Well it just so happens
that I saw him riding on the FDR this
morning and he threw a tupper-ware
container full of tortillas and spanish rice
at me that stained my Ninja Turtle
pajamas I won through Ski-Wee at
Jiminy Peak. This is beef worse than
not inviting Joe Gianetti to your Aspen
Extreme party I'm talking Stuart
Pickering Fredrick Bronstein type shit. I
say we fill up squirt guns with piss just
like Fred Savage in "The Boy Who
Could Fly," drive out to Queens and get
Cristian, Walter, Michel and Derrick to
help us do a Gio-style game winning flip
on that nigga ASAP. This way we can
once again rest without injuries. By the
way, word on the street is that Libby
Klein and you never REALLY were
boyfriend and girlfriend. Glass pipes!