going to a rave, gonna do weed(of course),x and some 69 here n there
Spittin at them hoes:
I like how u kept it goin we b bringin that doe and we r also sassy cuz we get ass u c hahaha idk wat to say even if it sounds gay but at least it sounds great so booboo dont hate!:)
Lol i ain’t hatin cuz kaykay keeping the partay a rockin but she gota know when booboo got that mic she betta b ready for a fight! so kaykay try that
Okay booboo bow o think u empty but I feel no sympathy cuz I got cho fuel so dnt b cruel right now kaykay got the mic but ill give it back SIKE!!! Hahah dont b a hater I give it to ya later:D I just keep on going cuz now im showing my true skill make u wanna pop a pill cuz it feel like im cuttin u with a knife now u wanna take your life
Lol i might got the knife that takes my life but u got the dope that gives solo his afro. I hold ya life cuz i gotcha wife. So dont hate me cuz u aint me dont hate my j’s cuz they’ll hatcha back. Booboo in the spotlight so i aint stoppin tonight. I sit when i breath just wait and see what comes out of me. I am the one thee only like me. U cant stop me now cuz u got me started. I dont know but i want some snow. Kaykay and booboo besties for life im out peace lmfao.

God damn hate it when you fucking takes pics and you look back at them and you think they’re ugly. Shit
Whay the hell is up with with guys now today. I swear i went to go hang out with my crush when he threw me on the ground and said we should have sex in the hallways. I’m like what the fuck na brah it ain’t like that. But still it was kinda fun though hahaha
dear the fuckin earth crust i walk on,
y the fuck did u create this bitchest girlfriend for me? i mean like can u just give her a nicer pussy,
or how about making my weed even better! i wouldnt mined some that taste like penis or pussy.
or how about not fuckin burning down my fucking clubhouse that i put thousands of dollars into.
god damn earth i think the only reason i stay is cuz of weed,x,meth,coke,penis,pussy,boobs,and asses i swear!!
“Stiletto Stoners”
“I hate the term pothead—it connotes that I’m high 24/7, which I’m not,” Pelham says, wincing. “I don’t need it to get through my day. I just enjoy it when my day is over.” Her nightly ritual costs only $50 a month, a pittance compared with the cost of her monthly gym membership or a Saturday night out with her fiancé, an investment banker, who occasionally smokes with her. At 5’4”, slim and athletic—she ran three miles a day while in law school—Pelham insists that pot is the ideal antidote to a hairy workday: It never induces a post-happy-hour hangover and, unlike the Xanax a doctor once prescribed for her anxiety, never leaves her groggy or numb. “Look, every female attorney I know has some vice or another,” Pelham shrugs, tucking her long brown hair behind her ears, her 3-carat cushion-cut engagement ring catching the light. “It’s really not a big deal.”



