YOU ARE A FUCKING MILLIONAIRE. HIRE SOMEONE TO DRIVE FOR YOU OR CALL A FUCKING CAB.
Sincerely,
Phony Gwynn
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5 comments:
Shotgun!
Not bitch.
I call Melo's house, suckin' on La La's milk jugs.
This really fucks me, Phony.
i gotta have the radio when i'm drunk fuckin cabbie won't let me change the station GET A LOAD OF THIS FUCKIN MOOLYAN
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