is snoring in my basement, some soccerhead dyke want to met me.
i'm glad theres liquor.
the beat will be back in town shortly and will want to see me, dog damn,.
hahah not so classy, music sint working out well, i'll clone myself and just play with myself from now on, other people are to much hassle.
especialy iwith the never ending dispute of genres.
fuckin metal! no ska and punk man
fuck you.
speech impediment just came on, good, wicked song.
crazy rhythmic
looking forward to sekayi comin over tomorrow, shelby is then going to go to the whore house in serch of his hat.
"i just hope the beaver didnt get nea that beaver"
better go