December 2011
19 posts
Aye yo, 2011,
Wussup playa? You be ready for 2012? You be miss, dawg. You and I, thug for life. Fo’ real, son… um, baby girl, who you be. You and I, we like bling and bling’ing, er, washer and dryer, uh, Bieber and fever. Shhyyeeahhh. word.
Okay.
Listen, 2011, I must confess. You’re too cool. I can’t keep up with your killer swag and strut like you. So Imma be straight, and write to you the...
