So I found my five grade yearbook. Back when I was a little tyke at Beeman Elementary School. A little eleven year old class clown who wrote down he wanted to meet Ed McMahon, to that he disliked Alien Dislikers. I hated sloppy kisses (not anymore), but what cracked me up the most was what I needed.
You see, I've been on my grind lately, smoking snipes from ashtrays because I can't afford bouges, cashing in my coin collection to get gas to travel back home. My boss hasn't paid me in about three weeks and I've gotta travel to New York to get his money so he can give it to me and my other two roommates. Life has been tough lately, and I've been stuck in my house for too long. Once I make some cash, and I get some savings going, I'm gonna travel.
If you got a couch and would like to show off your town, let me know.
So the reason that I cracked up to what I needed in five grade was because I needed:
MONEY
You see, I've been on my grind lately, smoking snipes from ashtrays because I can't afford bouges, cashing in my coin collection to get gas to travel back home. My boss hasn't paid me in about three weeks and I've gotta travel to New York to get his money so he can give it to me and my other two roommates. Life has been tough lately, and I've been stuck in my house for too long. Once I make some cash, and I get some savings going, I'm gonna travel.
If you got a couch and would like to show off your town, let me know.
So the reason that I cracked up to what I needed in five grade was because I needed:
MONEY
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Ugh. I miss you, too. I briefly had extensions on the other day in chat, was weird.
I am so honored to know that my face ever comes up in any relation to thoughts of Mos.