Annajda! An'a daeh, arjoo an tazoorinee

Brief cuz I'm through with underaged, drunken whores: the next time some chubby, braced-up cracker bitch decides to tussle with the express, I'll have the Lions of Zion curse her with a rectal disorder and breast cancer. I can only wish, you chlamydia-ridden harlot, that Lionel Tate ends up being your husband, sharmuta. You made Coconut Grove's already shitty smell turn shittier by the minute... however, Chris L's weird African version of Bailey's Irish Cream was delicious. Deliciousness really, is all you need.