…..I know it’s late, but can a slap regurgitate and rotate back into the head, neck and shoulder that let it out the gate, cause it sure looks like that’s what’s happening, and this time Chris is gonna to be doing the slapping, leaving Will looking like he wants to start clapping, his eyes look like radars revealing his scars, I know he wish he could produce to the world a better avatar, but so far, it’s just tears and the sniffles, and a new emancipated role trying to reach new goals, while wearing Kanye west’s slave clothes in a movie, but Chris didn’t just throw rocks, he lit up the block in a drive by shooting, ain’t no disputing the ruling, Chris hit Will over the head with a toolie, then knocked his top in the coolie, unruly, at the end had a look on his face like; move me.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: March 9th, 2023 06:56
- Category: Unclassified
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