i wish i could tell funny stories on here and people would actually understand them and stuff, but like after they're typed...people just don't get them. so i guess i just won't even try anymore. g-unit. what a wondrous phrase. i wish i was a thug. life would be soo much cooler. i mean seriously. i could have a gun, wear clothes that didn't fit me, wear a doo-rag year round, have corn rows, use cool ghetto language (like g-unit), wear baby phat and phat farm, and kill people with my gun (or maybe just injure them), drive a cool pumped up car and here are some quotes about my car:
"I'm super-charged with the hide-away licence plate "
"I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash. Sheep skin on the rug, golden grain on the stash. Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride. We go front, back and side to side"
"And the people just stare so I love to park it. And I just put a computer in the glove compartment. With the petal to the floor, radar in the grill. TV in the middle of my steering wheel. It's my car's birthday o we blowin' them candles. More speakers in my trunk than my ride can handle. Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep. NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat."
"I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit"
and my favorite line: "Because my side mirrors flap like a f*ckin' bird" BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH laura.

"I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SH*T UP TO SMITHEREENS" ahah

oh how i love luda.









peeace.