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seaking fuck yeahposted May 19th 2007, 3:35PM
Mood: Dead
Music: deeeerrrhooooffff
well i never update this thing anymore..i never really liked sheezy in the first place. i don't even know why i made an account...i mean i obviously don't post anything or comment on anything so what's the point.
maybe i'll come back if DA screws me over or..dies or something. anyway this is getting kind of long. sorry if you actually liked my crap. so i whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror if anything i can say this cab is rare but I thought 'now forget it' - 'yo homes to bel air' i pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and i yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later' i looked at my kingdom i was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.
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