you won't out drink me
Nigga please...
Oh. Please, Nigga. It's on.
Captain Morgan Parrot Bay. A bottle is waiting.
If I try to kick your ass, I may lose. But, I will lay down in a bleeding mess thinking of ways to fark with you on MySpace.com.
Whatever Kenny I burned with incense and kicked you in the balls like twice last week...I laugh at the thought of your retribution.
Thrown threw windshields, you've never thrown me threw windshields...
NIGGA I WAS JUS SAYIN THAT IM IN FIGHTS A LOT.
I never said we got in a fight. >_>
We can talk to Joe for the full story, you know instead of saying that never happened. >_>
And, it wasn't like I REALLY threw him. But, when you are on the shitty car and you grab the guy and throw him down on the window...well, that's what I meant. Also, the stairs? That
really happened. And, it FUCKING hurt. There was carpet on the stairs...so...rug burn was the worst of it.
And, dude, I swear. I am smart. You are barely around me. >_>
When you are around me, our conversations consist of me screaming like an idiot or you giggling from a girl.
Ask Daniel. Daniel can vouch that I am not dumbz. :-(
Either that, or I can show you a piece of paper that says I m smart.
Whatever Kenny I burned with incense and kicked you in the balls like twice last week...I laugh at the thought of your retribution.
>_>
Do you honestly think I'm going to try to really hurt you? I'm not the one burning people with incense and kicking people in the balls. When I had you on the ground, I really could have hurt you, Ian. >_>
Nigga, you callin' me out. We gotta settle dis.
Oh, by the way. We need to do that thing I told you me and Joe wanted to do. If you are still up for it, anyway.