i had this one time when these basterds that smoke that crystal ****, acused me of calling one of his girls a ***** or something right close to my old apartment door. that guy was huge and he was trying to bust my door down, i gased up my marker, a spyder
, and was ready to blast the door open w/ mr happy trigger but i guess his girl or someone that knew him grabbed him back away from the apartment and they never came back.
they were old neighbor's friends and i didnt like any of them cause they all did drugs. my ex girlfriend was into that and into them basically, thats how i knew them.
fricken drama it was.
thats a crazy story that u got and u just dont make those things up, anything is possible.
, and was ready to blast the door open w/ mr happy trigger but i guess his girl or someone that knew him grabbed him back away from the apartment and they never came back. they were old neighbor's friends and i didnt like any of them cause they all did drugs. my ex girlfriend was into that and into them basically, thats how i knew them.
fricken drama it was.

thats a crazy story that u got and u just dont make those things up, anything is possible.

So I'm up late, can't sleep, and my dog's barking like crazy, I go outside and can hear some coyotes up on the hill. We live in the middle of the desert. So I gas up my A-5 (it was the closest thing to me) fill it to the rim with paint and go just go lay a barrage of paint up on the hill where they were. To say the least they were done for the night.


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