What up, yo? I’m back, and the shit is about to go down.
the big J
BTW, I brought my mom too. She’s livin’ in a south suburb of Chicago.
J again.
Well, it’s got a nice beat, but you can’t really dance to it. I’d give it a 4.
Naw, man, the album is titled “Music to Ascend out yo Body To.”
DUH.
Call me a heretic, but :rolleyes:
I wonder if this evening is going to be as surreal as the day has been.
BTW, tiggeril, you’re not “Slowly lurching to 400 posts…” anymore, you’ve passed it.
Tiggeril, it’s cool, you on the guest list.
J
And the answer to that question is, of course, “fresh fish.”
Duly noted, Demo.
Geez Euty, you could at least put your fish through finishing school… ::flees::
Fish? I be makin’ that ish like it ain’t a thing. Gimme one, and I’ll cut it into more pieces than L.A. cocaine is wif baby powder. Uhh.
you know
Wow… when did Jesus go ghetto?
Would you like to turn these peach schnapps into wine?
No, but I’ll turn yo reaped harvest into seventy cases of Old E and maybe some Night Train.
Sheeit.
j
Aight, y’all, blunts await, so I’ma bounce.
Got more queshions jes post ‘em.
(I know you dyin’ to know whether you goin to the big H.)
payce oot
Well, at least I’m now comfortably certain that those years not chronicled in the Bible weren’t spent studying grammar or spelling.
They cut 'em out cuz they would all been about BLUNTZ.
5.0
anyway, didn’t you spell your name wrong? I think you meant Jebus, Son of Concrete.
I knew I shouldn’t have left the Catholic church. If they just would have said, “Blunts await thee, but only through Christ.” I would have gone every Sunday!