So ya know Mr. Thurtle (T $) as the english teacher who I got up and hugged in the middle of class, but dint get money for it cuz it was too pussified. Anyway, class played a lil joke on em and he got hella upset, and was sayin how hes sucha shitty teacher and hes gonna retire now and he thinks hes not teaching us anything. I felt hella bad meng, Thurtle’s easily the pimpest teacher on campus, who the fawk else says “put the scrilla in the manilla”? Shiot..that jus got to me 😛 cuz Thurtles the man.
Stopped by Randy’s but he wasnt home, I did check out his solid wheels, found out its a ’74 Buick, and believe me, its even sexier in person. His mom gave me the keys and I was chillin in it, givin er a good rub. I think he told me he didn’t even spend that much on it, which kills me, cuz theres nothing even wrong with it. And the killer…he doesnt…have…his…permit.. sumumuh bitch
I picked my mutha up some tewwwyyyaaahhhkeee cheeekkeennn fo din din, and I bought a lil sum sum for myself, I remember drinking this stuff when I was in a lil conveniant store in Hawaii, good times meng, cause that stuff in sooo good. Finished it before I left the tewwwyyyaaahhhkeee place.
I really can’t do anything this weekend, thats what happends when you get FIVE EFFS, fo gigure. Gonna run somewhere wiff mi padre in the mornin again, hopefully we can hit up the Hitwall, play some tunes bia :D.
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