I was born and raised in a noodle-craze. Seconds away from outter-space. Chillin, ' an grillin, ' wit ma homies all over da' place. Relaxin, ' maxin, ' in outter-space! ! !
Damn, I'm nuts.
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Tell Me Why...
Tell me why our US Military blows.
Tell me why in Alaska it never fails to snow.
Tell me why George W. B. is a stupid whore.
Tell me why I should'nt be shot point-blank.