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rip borkbama thanlks u 4 briangin us cheange

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thxs u jiniafar l0puz 4 briang us taco and burrito

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thjansks u prinsess peache 4 dyin in tunnal

 

oh oh luk oudt 4 koopaschell lol

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thanx u sarau machsell cellar 4 bitin dem zombis

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rip bickni kil thanx 4 briang us gruangee

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rip jonblue spolsion thanx 4 blu ah ba dee ah u died

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rip hilly clitton thax 4 brang us democsee

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riap destni chillde tanhx 4 brang us blang

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rip jonthan davvsis thax 4 barnig us k0rN

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Originally Posted by foreverasskiss

 

i donts want no sthcub. a sthcub is a guy that cants geths no loveth ffrum mezzzzzzzzz.

rithen in hiths besth freiths ride. yoooozz a muthafuckin scrub nigguh!!

reelle twalke niggaur i fuks wit dat

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doant want no scubs ah scubs is a gi dat cnat get no cokefrum mi lols

sittin on best firand sied of passaenger ride
watch oudt 4 dat tree

 

rip bey0nsay thax 4 n0 scrubs

 

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guraL u luks guaed wen u baks dat ass ups

u a fiaen muddafucka wen u bakc dat ass up lol

[EVOLghost]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRCLzn15JhI

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rip alanya thaxn 4 plaine crashuhs wi luv u prianses

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my heart kra$hed with her plane.. </3 rip angel prince$$

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cunsume ur owne feesees

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drivee ur car off tha roaede

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i wake up in the late 90's

korn is blastin thru ghetto blaster

suddenly reality breaks down

"bb we will be trapped in the late 90's 4eva."

my jnco baggy wide as the twin towers jeans bristle with the tension.

my hair is green and i am eating futuristic japanese candy

"there is no entropy in this frozen noumena babes"

my silent gf agrees because she never speaks bcos this is the 90s like kate moss speaking is not cool

"dodge this" trinity from matrix shoots me in the head but i dont die cos reality has broken down

"bb we are trapped here forever in the late 90s lets go and just shoot schools up 4eva."

we get in pickup truck and ride around every new commodity and product we want magically materializes in the backseat of the truck we just drift 4eva going from school to school doin school shootin

korn blasts in the car stereo. my hair is dyed green and my skin is pale white as a ghost and my features and shadows are all black.

"bb we found eternity i founde eternity in ur kiss."

we go to stores that sell goth clothing and turn into the products, the inanimate objects. we re materalize and smoke blunts and go shoot more schools.

dylan and eric are here in the truck with bullets thru their heads

"what happened?" they look at us confused

"you made it to level 2 bruh" i say without smiling in that nihilistic late 90's way.

"fuckin rad dude"

"shuh. no doubt."

it goes slo mo as we bob our heads smokin blunts shootin bystanders

"look over the distance bruh, over the horizon, you see that, the way the horizon runs out, thats just like in a videogame when you reach the black void outside the level that u arent supposed to see."

"i finnaly unnerstand physics bruh"

"yeah. cool."

i put on a clinton mask and go rob a bank for lols. the bullets just flow thru my body like a video game character.

"we r hear 4eva in this sickly green reality."

we are in the late 90s 4eva so when time runs out reality just uses media products to fill in the blanks. we drive down an alleyway and see that it is a level of doom.

morpheus shows up in his cadillac slinging morphine

"bruh u need dis shit to keep u in da matrix. its on tha house cos yall r sum reele nigguhs."

"peace morfus bruh."

dylan thinks its lols to shoot morpheus in the head after he gives us the drugs. a digital dollar sign appears over his blown up head.

"plus 1 to u dylan."

"rad bruh i got points how many points can u get?"

"it just goes on forever bruh."

"rad bruh."

we stop at junction in road. sign post says 1998 but the last number is fluxuating back and forth between 8 and 9. bits of 1999 fall all around us. reality turns into a patchwork quilt.

"put on ur VR suite bruh its some virtual reality shit."

clintons face appears in a mountain top the dark lord guiding us planes fly into it killing all onboard in explosions in tribute to the overlord.

"like shuh we're totally here 4eva we rule reality now."

daria starts twerkin. i nod my head in approval in slo mo and spark another blunt.

[jon boy]

plenty of people here are well and truly stuck in the 90's.