after eating a wonderfully bowel movement inducing meal from "J&H" at Temple University...i was stopped by a familiar face who knew that i continuously carry around bananas and balloons...
so inherent to our past childhood skulls who wouldn't demand a bright mul-tied and knotted roy-g-biv of a spectrum skull hugger...
and similar to balloons themselves the situation expanded spectators gathered and more light as air skull huggers were requested and friends were made...
we specialize in annoying hats....as you can see...
Dj Cody Griz was gracious enough to make a hat not only with a giraffe attached to it but a giraffe with a "little pink peen"
but our peaceful balloon twisting was interupted by a clown who claimed we were twisting on his turf...a clown that goes by the name of "Homie tha Ma Fuckin Clown" and his entire posse
"homie dont play that shit" but with out furthering you from a drop dew heres this shit:
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