Some of the people in this thread... get it together.
Half of you would spread your legs wider than the Pacific Ocean for a buck and a good time, all the while guzzling whatever semen didn't stain the flea-infested rags you call clothes. Then have the nerve to take a break from your questionable service jobs and open your mouths to speak ill of the queen of rap for falling in love with a millionaire who cares for her like you care for the STD clinic. It's sad. Take a note from Ms. Maraj and try running to the bank instead of a food bank for a change. Much love.
Some of the people in this thread... get it together.
Half of you would spread your legs wider than the Pacific Ocean for a buck and a good time, all the while guzzling whatever semen didn't stain the flea-infested rags you call clothes. Then have the nerve to take a break from your questionable service jobs and open your mouths to speak ill of the queen of rap for falling in love with a millionaire who cares for her like you care for the STD clinic. It's sad. Take a note from Ms. Maraj and try running to the bank instead of a food bank for a change. Much love.
Some of the people in this thread... get it together.
Half of you would spread your legs wider than the Pacific Ocean for a buck and a good time, all the while guzzling whatever semen didn't stain the flea-infested rags you call clothes. Then have the nerve to take a break from your questionable service jobs and open your mouths to speak ill of the queen of rap for falling in love with a millionaire who cares for her like you care for the STD clinic. It's sad. Take a note from Ms. Maraj and try running to the bank instead of a food bank for a change. Much love.
Some of the people in this thread... get it together.
Half of you would spread your legs wider than the Pacific Ocean for a buck and a good time, all the while guzzling whatever semen didn't stain the flea-infested rags you call clothes. Then have the nerve to take a break from your questionable service jobs and open your mouths to speak ill of the queen of rap for falling in love with a millionaire who cares for her like you care for the STD clinic. It's sad. Take a note from Ms. Maraj and try running to the bank instead of a food bank for a change. Much love.
Some of the people in this thread... get it together.
Half of you would spread your legs wider than the Pacific Ocean for a buck and a good time, all the while guzzling whatever semen didn't stain the flea-infested rags you call clothes. Then have the nerve to take a break from your questionable service jobs and open your mouths to speak ill of the queen of rap for falling in love with a millionaire who cares for her like you care for the STD clinic. It's sad. Take a note from Ms. Maraj and try running to the bank instead of a food bank for a change. Much love.