On another note I was out with a chick in Westchester NY and walked past Styles P. I was in a sport jacket and my dude was rocking an orange Avirex joint with Timbs. I felt like a straight house nigga.
if you’re referring to my chicago trip in which i planned to see a female…that fell thru. in reality…that situation happens.
Translation: shorty asked me to send her a pic, and when I did, I never heard from her again. plus I owe Seth like $40 and couldn’t afford a return flight and there wasn’t enough money in the cash register at MosqueDonalds
fRIO: ”yo last night i invited wifey to fart in my mouth & she figuratively declined…..there’s a stranger in my bed, y’all. i’m having thoughts of snow…frolicking & being worry free. wondering…should i join in…”