Well, I wasn’t killed, but it certainly hurt like a bitch when I woke up this morning to a bee stinging my face. So, after that, most of my Sunday has been spent crushing bee’s with an old Elemental Magazine (sorry, Mobb Deep) that have somehow worked their way through seven feet of vinyl siding and a sliding glass door frame. Seeing how these bees have withstood two entire cans of potent bee-slaughtering chemicals, the exterminator will be called in the AM.
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u-god can be nice. he’d so be the hype man if Mista Meth never existed.