"where's my man in the buldging superman speedo?"
"where's my top-heavy boo?"
homie taking bombp riffs outta his backpack, a 30-ensemble bongo clan, the hare krishnas, $4 sunglasses, what could be better?
street ball is nothing new to me. i mean, dykeball threw down a few times this semester, and i'm quite familiar with the pick-up lingo, but the crew we saw in venice beach beat out even our own tough bitches. in addition to great talent, accuracy, and communication, team a brought a secret weapon. shaq's #1 fan:
don't be fooled by the salt 'n pepper, dreds, homeboy was their anchor, their point, their godfather. his endurance was longer than the periods between britney's pregnancies.
this was pretty much the coolest thing i've ever experienced.
tonight we are going klubbin. watch out ladies, imma dress jess tonight ;)
listening to: new soul by yael naim
2 comments:
You look really cute as a body builder. ;)
i wannnnna gooooooo!
yea, that whine is all i have.
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