
Last time these guys got together, they made a classic (Tell ’em I said that, shawty), but now the magic is gone. This isn’t the worse shit I ever heard, it’s just an uneventful dud. Furthering the blistering buzz of the upcoming, Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood on Bad Boy South, droppin’ Nevuary 32nd. Two months after the last stop of Puffy’s ride to Gay Parie, I’d bet. Choo choo. Boo Boo. Somebody snatch Ma$e down from the pulpit again.
“Down Low” (It gots to go)
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This was a really entertaining and honest read. The way you described the whole experience makes something medical feel oddly relatable and human. Waiting for a “malfunction” right before swallowing a camera capsule sounds both stressful and funny at the same time. Hope you get clear answers from the procedure and feel better soon. Trolley Tours