March 21, 2009
master W
Tick tick clat, tick tick tick tick tick clat. As I woke up this morning, and i started yawning, the juice juice was pouring into my cup. Then I thought to myself, thought thought to myself. That I needed to take a trip to the basketball courts. Cause the skillz were low and the ball that I was shooting needed a lil’ bit of penis. Oops wrong song lyric. Need a lil’ bit of dribbling.