T-Pain can sure as hell get his cornhole on. That man gets the board, gets the hole, gets the funky everything. He scores a lot of the points because his partner (McGibbon fuck yeah) is decent (cause he's sitting right next to me). Nah. He ill. He know.
Now we're getting our Loko Jam on. I type fast, Robert. I type like hella words per minute. All the words.
Loko Jam. Traves versus Gubnah and Studs. Who will WINN? Thanks for being an editor, Robert. I forgot to put a question mark in. The lokos are acting fast, I gotta say. I'm not even at dos loko (half a can) but Figgity Faust is already well on his funky way.
So far we have just six rudistas in the queue but others will be joining later plus there is the tantalizing muvuckin prospect of dinner! What up!! Wake up dogg!!
You know what would be a scary dude? Jose's personality in John Cappel's body. Nobody would ever mess with that guy. Steve is still feeling the burn.
Check this out: इ कैन टाइप इन हिंदी
That says I can type in Hindi in Hindi. Isn't that pimp?
Yes. It is.
Oatmasta out for now. More posts after we get our Jam on.
Drank Status: Uno loko, moving towards dos
Bod Status: I'm a little sweaty, seeing as how the outfit for the day is a Brazil soccer jersey, an argyle sweater vest, and an Allan Houston Knicks jersey rounded out by snowman pajama pants. It's a Jersey Shore themed outfit, as in "Are you going to wear a jersey?" "Sure!"
Mood: Ebullient as an ass-panda. And those, friends and lovers, are extremely ebullient.
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