Time to put your money on the table. Will it be Brit’s well-rehearsed post-apocalyptic writhing, Bruno’s pledge of love from the war zone of romance, Adele’s flair for martial beats and passion while sitting, or Katy’s big-assed retainer and its magical party powers? I’m thinking the latter, because we needed a “nerds just want to have fun” moment this year. Hit comments and weigh in.
Westside’s about to be all Baghdad and shit…I will kick his ass, but the next morning I still wake up white in a city that ain’t…Joe, you been so busy being devious, you done messed around and got yourself caught up in the web…yo, this is my corner, I ain’t running nowhere. Sheeeiiiitttttttt.
Wonder if the price of you-know-what will go up from Angie’s cheerleading? And of course, below, if you have the time, R-E-M-I-X!!! It’s all in the neck and shoulders, right?
And, please sir, some desert. Please?