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06/03/10(Thu)00:17:07 No.9292129Well,
my name is mc chris, I saw that you were alone. I don't know if you
knew this but I rock the microphone. You look one kind of lonely -
I'm so the antidote. You look seven kinds of juicy like a slice of
cantaloupe. You rock the Sheena Easton 'cause, girlfriend, you got
the look. And no, I am not teasin', you can read me like a book. Erotic
fiction in the kitchen, we'll experiment with foods. Leftovers on my
boner puts me in a mighty mood. Okay, I'm a little forward, maybe I
should try reverse; what's your name, what's you game, mind if I
rifle through your purse? Here's the capper, I'm a rapper, just do a
Google search; twenty pages, I'm amazin'! What's your addy? I'll send
merch! That's when I saw the rock, the ice, the diamond! It hit
me like it's lightning! It's frightening! I'm cryin'. "I was
stylin', profilin', down payment on my Scion. His name is Brian,
he's in Fallujah freedom fightin', so don't ask me who's your daddy.
I'm someone else's mommy. You can buy me all my drinks, but you don't
get no punani." It's so scary, they're all married. This
party just got gnarley. Matahari just got sorry, gotta roll like
Katamari! |