Unknown: he’s [REDACTED] FUCKING [REDACTED]
Anonymous: that was his reasoning too “i’m[REDACTED] fucking [REDACTED]!”
Unknown: whatever. standards. if he’s in town next time you better fucking fuck him.
Unknown: he’s [REDACTED] FUCKING [REDACTED]
Anonymous: that was his reasoning too “i’m[REDACTED] fucking [REDACTED]!”
Unknown: whatever. standards. if he’s in town next time you better fucking fuck him.
“If a girl wears a short skirt or dress, men automatically think, ‘She wants it, and she’s probably an animal in bed.’ I just want to feel sexy today. I don’t want you” — Amber Rose, model/girlfriend of Kanye West
Endquote [New York Post]
Also true: I think Biggie was better than Tupac
Last night, we met some people from the East Coast at a bar. And boy, was it refreshing to have a conversation where the H-bomb (“hella” — or it’s retarded cousin, “hecka”) wasn’t dropped even once.
Things were “awesome” instead of “tight.” And while a lot of things were “cool,” they certainly weren’t “sweet.” I kind of liked this. Then, later, they decided to smoke a bowl.
“This stuff is mad sticky, it’s hard to pack it in here.” Eastie commented. “Would you like some?”
The Good Ex-Roomate and I passed on this proposition, and then the East Coasters took a hit a piece, and almost passed out.
And that’s when I remembered another thing about people from the East Coast: they can’t take West Coast weed.
That’s hella rough.
You'll never convince me otherwise