dedicated to bitch bird's boyfriend:
why do we always look at the downs in our lives, paying them more attention then the ups? we wallow in self pity wondering why and what have we done to deserve such shit, hardly ever considering things like : hey i didnt get shot at today (though if someone spills red wine on my ugly white suit, some one's gonna get shat. shat as in the probably past tense of shot), i actually have food on my table, i have both parents left, im reading Rui's blog, as in THE rui.
dont hate; appreciate. we have so much to thank god for, so much to show as a testament to his love. let's not piss him off by dissin' him (later i diss his grandma he dont wanna talk to me). he has always tested people (abraham, noah, adam & eve etc) i used to think he was an asshole for that, but then after a while i realised, those tests are so small compared to what he has already given, even if we fail it, the rewards that have come before negates the shit several times over.
so pooooge, even though when i wank my 1.8cm penis (anything below 2cm is considered a case of micropenis, a disorder of sorts), i'm tempted to blame god for not making me a n*gga, i realise when i have the oppurtunity to kill big bird and suck off a boyfriend like you, who needs a big cock anyways?

*ps to Mr. Constantinou : BROOK-A-LYN, HOLLA-BACK! BROOKLYN HOLLERBACK!