OK, so, like I’m having this conversation at this pink chick’s hizzouse about sporks and posse’s and stuff, when the discussion turns to whether it’s “hizzouse” or “hizzie”. And since I am so down with all that shiat, I impart wads o’ wisdom. When, suddenly, this chick points me at this place where I find this thing that makes me all verklempt.
Don’t worry. I barely understand it myself.
Just promise me that you are wearing some super fly fashions, walking with a swagger, being kind to the hero and enjoying the sandwiches for lunch, ok? Word.
I will need more sporks today – I can see it coming.
Trade Wars? Wow! Now that’s a blast from the past.
Fo shizzie. Can’t let down my posse yo. Spork in da hizzie!
right on right on…..keep on keepin on!!