
really michael beasley, driving eighty four miles per hour with over sixteen grams of chronic under your passenger seat. but, wait. he said it was a friends who accidentally left it there. uh, okay. would you rather be a pothead, or a coplete moron. id choose pothead. just tell the truth, that you were late to a party and perhaps there might have been some hotties there. perhaps other nba locked out players were there, counting on those headies for mass tokeage. i.e. jason terry, portland players. either way, i wanna chill with this guy. holla at ya boy beasley, its gonna be a long summer. btw, do you prefer purple haze or sour diesel....
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