Check this
"Sneaker Pimp Nyc" show on June 26th friday with Leather Face and Team FaceLift,
Cam'ron, Jadakiss, Big boi, Clipse, Wale, The cool kids, Ninja sonics
and many more!! Good looks for the add again always..
So this kid in my high school bio class, this kid named his fetal pig "Raul the Second Son of God." He then dissected it. Hope all is well for New Years, lets hit up mason's!
shit this is the first time i actually listened to the vocals on campaign. quite a crunchy debate you got on there. its all... CNN visuals through balloons.
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teeloffel Salz Eine Messerspitze turkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teeloffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfunfzig Gramm gemahlene Nusse Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier
In eine Schussel geben Butter einruhren Gemahlene Nusse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgrosse Stucke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker walzen und Sagt die Zauberworter:
Sim sarrabim bamba Sarradu Sarradim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier ..
Hey warlocks, your song “White People” reminds me of the day when I awoke to glistening sunshine gleaming in rays upon the sandy depths of my liquid habitat, happy and jolly to see the horned face of my mother, singing songfully “Arise, O, son.” So I swam in and out of the ocean waves, up and down, like any other day, spreading happiness throughout the sea with my sweet vocal charity. But then I got hungry. I smelled blood and spotted some Eskimos afar off on some island of icy isolation. But the island was floating fast, so fast, further and further away from me. So my hunt began. I swam faster and faster, and the water ran off my oily blubberous skin in ocean-shaking torrents. The eskimos tried to get away and to hurt me with their words and their sticks, but they know not the many secrets of the ocean. Of which I am well informed. Soon, all the fishes and mermen and crustaceous critters in the sea joined me, and we were gaining on the island like a stampede of white blood corpuscles overtaking an infection. Suddenly, we were ashore their icy city, beached and battle-hungry. All was still and quiet, except for the low rumbling sounds of their overworked hearts pumping slow, cold, fearful blood through their clogged arteries. We slowly began to spread out over their city, and Eskimo by Eskimo we took our iceberg back…. and ate into the night. Thanks for the memories! - I, narwhal
