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don't cry for me argentina

yeh all my friends are thugs..they be like yo this shit be wack dunn...what up with all the lights n shit dat be in my eye n shit..dat be some nice cooch doe rah der...theyd rather spend a nite passin the L..it gets lame after a while and u start suckin at basketball..maybe if i kept forcing em to come out theyd start seeing the purpose of it all

the best part was that one guy who kept makin fun o the fat kid hahah i dont hate fat kids.

is that bergen county jail?...i coulda sworn i passed that building on the way to costco

freshman year college i was gonna do comp sci as a major and needed exp..searched on the net for internships/jobs and found this place then forgot about it...after 2 years switched to accounting started promoting for clubs basically to get the comps..my boy told me to advertise here and after surfin the threads, found this place to be interesting and made a member of myself...hello all

how do u get one?

damn im fast. t1 college baby

yeh ever since everyone split from high school its been hard to find regulars that wanna go as much as i do...i wouldn't wanna go to a club alone and i don't like dragging people along who go just to go, cos then they dont feel as comfy as u do..then u feel bad for em and u end up trying to make em feel good the whole night so that they can go clubbing the next wknd...im new here too so im in the same boat...hopefully i can catch one of these meetups

yo momma SO POOR she couldn't afford to have you. the lady next door had you!

all good chloe.. yo momma so poor when u asked her whats for dinner, she opened her legs and said spaghetti

yo momma so poor she hang dries toilet paper

how do i get an icon

yo momma so fat, when she goes to a restaurant she doesn't get a menu, she gets an estimate.