I’ll never forget the night we met.  You were a... -

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Forever wearing glasses and on the hunt for Jewish cunt, our man wants you to know that he once schtupped a dame at DIVE! in Century City.

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I’ll never forget the night we met.  You were a sophomore, and I was a little Freshy trying to look cool.  I was drunk.  I wanted to impress you.  I did a front hand-spring and cut open my entire knee. You took me up to your apartment and sat me on the toilet. With the motherly instinct of Princess Di you fixed me right up. For good.  And to think the whole time I was hittin’ it I felt like Jay-Z cuz all the other kidz was like “she’s a year older!”  “Gotta tha hottest bitch in the game - wearin’ my chain.”

I’ll never forget the night we met.  You were a sophomore, and I was a little Freshy trying to look cool.  I was drunk.  I wanted to impress you.  I did a front hand-spring and cut open my entire knee.

You took me up to your apartment and sat me on the toilet. With the motherly instinct of Princess Di you fixed me right up.

For good. 

And to think the whole time I was hittin’ it I felt like Jay-Z cuz all the other kidz was like “she’s a year older!” 

“Gotta tha hottest bitch in the game - wearin’ my chain.”


August 7
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