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wow i could only imagine turtz bashing in real life.... that would be hilarious seein him roll right on in with his jincos on or whatever they're called....

 

Nigga! dont play it off like you arent wearing saftey orange UFO pants with florescent strips right now...god damn retards...n00b influx is eatting away at my soul...

 

 

You arent invited either...500 posts or more...

 

 

You are still being evaluated...so you dont make the rules...

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I'd probably rock a name tag with someone else's name on it. Then call bullshit on the person when they actually showed up.. I'd be somewhat reserved at first, but after a while I'd be drunk and wild.. and probably go through about 1000 cigs before the night was over

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I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors

Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings

Through the storms of days after

Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya

with a force that can't be compared

to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared

The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate

like constellations reflect at night off the lake

Word to the father, and Mother Earth

Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth

Look listen and observe

and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb

Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs

The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve

Cannot afford to be confined to a cell

Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well

Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray

like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher

Illustrious feature, narrator you select

Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect

The seven and a half combine, over the frontline

The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime

Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade

Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid

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i would be drunk, probably talk a lot of shit, push a guy through a fence, possibly, maybe even break a bottle of beer over someone's head, danze n' graff battle someone, challenge zero cool and ebph to a drinking contest, have casek make me a sammich, have catface and any other girl show me their boobs so i could put stickers on them, have boogie hands show me his boogie hands, talk about how lame the 12oz party is, leave and go home and have hippie love with 1988.

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I would prolly chill by myself till mauler got there than played air guitar and pound pints drunkenly hit on catface meet up with team alco and pound more pints. I would prolly run into a sneak and call him a fag he would say I am in a ska band making me gay then we would go into a short conversation containing ORLY Harblz teh n00b 1337 ect and where the cleanest place to poop was... making my way around the party I would find fatalz and Psm and just start babbling stupid stuff about the latest happenings in jhadi porn and when they are going to ocean dome. Then record scratch---music stops and then starts bumping non other than JohnnyBallbags theme music I would greet dude (who is already drunk) at the door with a big bottle of hennesy and then the night full of dance n' graff would commence...lots of other shit would go down but this is all I would remember...I would prolly wake up in the parking lot written all over...

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i would be drunk, probably talk a lot of shit, push a guy through a fence, possibly, maybe even break a bottle of beer over someone's head, danze n' graff battle someone, challenge zero cool and ebph to a drinking contest, have casek make me a sammich, have catface and any other girl show me their boobs so i could put stickers on them, have boogie hands show me his boogie hands, talk about how lame the 12oz party is, leave and go home and have hippie love with 1988.
i can soo se this happening. damn cholas
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I would show up and be an ass.

People would be all like,

"I thought she would be cool, but she's not."

"She's making my head hurt."

"Make her leave."

"BANNED!"

"Either she goes, or we all go."

"This party is ruined, let's go get nachos."

I would leave.

But not have anywhere to go.

So I would sit in the front yard and drink in the shadows.

And cry.

Someone would find me crying.

Jokes would ensue.

I would walk away in a mess.

And go to jail.

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