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sho I was out with wolfshpeakah last night. We was partyaaaan. Well, I was partyaaan. She was sitting in the corner just screaming at the voices in her head. Hic. hehe. Its hard to get the last word when you have schizo...hic... schizo... hic... shizofre... schnitzelfren.... umm... voices in your head. Well idk what happened but when I went to leave and take her back home after the party. AND IT WAS TIGHT. TIIIIIIIGHT. Like a toiger. Like twelve tigers.
Well anyway... what was I sayin?I have no clue man. hahaha. I'm druuuuunk. And I just had to bury another friend.
Oh ****. Yeaaaa. That's what it was. I had to bury her. Cause like... she was dead and stuff outside the club. Done died of a hic... of a hic.... of a.... a f***ing axe to the skull. Shiiiiiit. It was messy dawg.
So I pour one out for my old homie who I actually don't think was that old and... hahaha... definitely wasn't MY homie. But a brother is a sista is a ninja is a pirate is a rapper. Ya know what I'm sayin? Of course ya do. So pour one out. Pour out a forty my shorties.
I'm sorry. Devyn probably doesn't get it with her metric system at all. She's too busy thinking eeeeeeveryone is converted. Or an original wolf. or using the kings standard measurement system over the french standard metric or dissing rugby or watering down their whiskey or cooking the books or putting lint on their peen to recreate that perfect moment of wide eyed naivete and innocence... Wait what am I saying? Ig guess its that forty fluid ounces is 1.18294118 liters for Devyn's conversion.