General Mills
More often than not I tend to take that L.
i swear general needs his on show i'll watch that shyt matter of fact bruh you ever though about doing the youtube blog
I never thought about a youtube blog
i swear general needs his on show i'll watch that shyt matter of fact bruh you ever though about doing the youtube blog
Damn, ur homie got the ass huh from ur dime????
Why have I never seen this thread before?
at these stories
I read ALOT. Always have. I never seriously thought about writing until recently. When I start writing it comes very natural to me. . So what I would like to do it start the process of writing a book(s)
I am going to make that happen.
So, no offense, but are you on some Joseph Merrick level now?
If so, it might help explain this unprecedented history of Ls.
I read ALOT. Always have. I never seriously thought about writing until recently. When I start writing it comes very natural to me. . So what I would like to do it start the process of writing a book(s)
I am going to make that happen.
Kids where whispering that I had cancer. .
Before I know it they have me strapped to the gurney. My face NOW feels like its on fire! I ask the EMT. . What exactly is wrong?? He says. You have a bad bad case of road rash to your face. We have to get you to the hospital to get it cleaned up and see if they can prevent any permanent scarring. .
Next thing I know they are loading me up. Those doors close and I am looking back outside at my homie and the two chicks. My homie looks right at me through the glass. Then puts his hand around the shoulder of the girl I was hollering at. . . . .
Damn Ambo pulls off. Sirens flashing and all. Get to the hospital. I finally get to see what I look like.
Ok not as bad as that. But I was road rashed the fukk up. And let me put this into perspective. .
This was exactly one and a half weeks before I am starting high school. A new school with kids ( girls ) I barely know. I start school with my face bandaged up like
Kids where whispering that I had cancer. And my homie ended up smashing that dime like a week later.
Kids where whispering that I had cancer. And my homie ended up smashing that dime like a week later.