Yea, i bit my tongue. I curtsied. I "held back" on the inflammatory, unconscionable, accurate, hard hitting list of adjectives that describe ahem... your mamby-pamby, whiney (pc) masses. HULK SMASH! Gutter-worthy rap play button left in pieces. Sheesh! She played a mean trick, had me talking to an uncle Mick. Number blocked! I let God clean up that chick's improper ticks. I tuned into many's arch enemy harolding making things great again. B#ch
All these roads are leading the Mecca I feel within. Unclear horizons getting left in the dust. Check out the newest addition to our storefront, the DREADMILL! I'm not quite loaded, full of dry powder at this moment so I won't be leaving my finger tapping no "order" buttons anytime soon. One in stock will rock the world enough to leave type beds talking.
Back to what I was saying, notice any grandeur about my steps of late? Y'all see me tripping? Hesitating? Fading? Not a chance in hell, is right. Embrace the race. Chase the grace.
Leave a bad taste in the mouths of those who H.A.T.E. Pick up pace and hope they find their way to civilization when things are back to being GREAT.
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