I hate pigs who try to become chicks. Two different species and I can see ur bilbil flooding outta your spags. Next time I need inspiration to commit suicide, I'l bring you to my prom. Why can't you just get the message that you can't force the fat out of you!! You may be beautiful in the inside, but you just ain't fucking that on the outside. Goodness... you fat shits with more chins than chinatown can't get a life in a size six. Play your cards straight in life... cause you can't cheat in this game.
And most of all... I hate the richiekins. These are the pieces of mudhole shit that shower themselves by trying to go public that they're loaded. They wear nike slippers, talk out loud about what game console to buy, and try.... (the keyword here is TRY) to become a money bitch. Well honey, I am so sorry... but in real life... my pinky can outworth your whole career in the court of law. Try not be mayabang and don't fucking cross my face with your bling bling cause i'l slap it right back to you and even shove it up your asshole.... how does tha' sound... or are you too busy listening to your iPod displayed into the open....oh holy shit... now you've gone and ticked me off... tell you what... with all the money you've spent to try to make yourself look like mr. right... go buy a life. I hate the keno type
There's only 1 reason why i log on, 1 reason to write, 1 reason why i'm here, and 1 why i drive around at night... for the past few days... i am without her... intoxicating
All you guys try to do is belong... belong to a group that'l hate you anyway.
I don't know... i got into a fight with a magoo's pizza delivery boy... around eight thirty today.. he decided to block my way to text... in didnt bother him that i was honking my horn off... i guess the sight of me leaving my car with my 5'11 frame shook him up a bit... who orders magoos in alabang hills?
