Wish they needed me like that alien head they chief. They Sweet, thinking they could replace me. Not even your best Sub can teach. Preach. Run a mile in these cleats.
Why I order shots, okay maybe Josh ain’t tell me too but still, what’s ya budget?? Anyway Ni hao. Shots served, bartender hits the square? Provides me the kiosk. I grill. “That’s on the DJ tab love.” *ice grills me. Frivolous behavior commences.