BREAKING BREAD WITH THE GOD

Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle Dumb aka Raekwon the Chef and Ghostface decided to come out to SF and break bread with the god at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. We passed out killa-tapes and talked about how this one guy that got shot and was fuckin’ laying there like a fuckin’ new born fuckin’ baby. Word up.

I had a Puerto Rican girl buddy that was into dark meat. Said the girth of it accommodated her pie hole and provided hours of immense stimulation. For $45 a slab (no sides), it just better be big enough to put in my mouth. For real.

You know talking to your family about personal issues can be a funny thing. Some say they are supposed to pick you up when you are down and give you that moral support even when doing the dumbest shit in life. The passion and the love that was passed from mouth to mouth from my cousins that night was as loving as someone stepping on my balls and telling me they’re happy top see me. “Quit being a pussy!”, “Do you want to take your panties off now?” It kind of demoralizes you a bit and next time an offers comes about, I am going in guns-a-shootin’! God I love these fuckers! And I just had an epiphany, so after some hard work, expect a rehall on this site….again.

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