We was lookin' for weapons of mass destruction.
Whats it like?
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What's it like?! Now what do I say to that? It was cool, there was bitches. Okay they was bitches but a lot of them had, ya know, they was covered in them curtains and stuff they be wearing. BUT, I dygress. It was war. It was war, basically. War, you know what that's like? Motha fuckers be like shooting. Bombs blowing up. And ya know, the shit scared me. It scared the shit outta me. Matter o' fact, I shit on myself, over a dozen times. And ran out of toilet paper after the second time. So you know what that meant, right? I had to use the thumb, man, it was kinda nasty. But ya know, the good thing about it was they stopped taking me out on patrol cause my name became "Stink Bomb," you know wha' I'm saying? They said I was giving away our position, because of the shit smell. That was fine with me, know wha' I'm saying? They wanted to leave me back? And I was like, *holds both middle fingers in the air* "Well fuck y'all. Y'all go ahead, cause I don't need y'all anyway. I'm rich, bitch."……..The fuck y'all lookin at?!?
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Say "what" again!
I enjoyed the Boondocks Cartoon.
It must be fun to talk to yourself, Forgotten Soul. :D