No matter what the scenario beautiful women only talk to me when money is involved.
As much as I'm enjoying this healthy eating thing I'd kill a motherfucker for a #6 Biggie Size with a Sprite.
My weights will arrive tomorrow, my treadmill won't be here for two weeks.
I was supposed to be at a wake four minutes ago.
I miss people.
I want my statue.
When the hell did the world go all screwy?
Fuck A Duck.
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- King
- North Haledon, New Jersey, United States
- There isn't much about me worth knowing...unless of course you disagree?
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