mommy, my tombstone is laughing. . .

yeah i was fucking shacked last night
fun shit though
chillin' with john, paul, martell, and josh
hey you, sorry i didn't call
not gonna lie and come up with some extravagant excuse though
i couldn't answer my phone because of marty's impenetrable lock
and i couldn't remember your number
probably should've tried to remember it before i went into the middle of fucking forestburgh with the king of smoking broken cigarettes to hit that buddha
either way

30 cans of budweiser = $25
16 bowls = $30
jackass the movie 2.5 = martell stole it
watching josh bilick ride his head down not one but two staircases within the same 30 seconds
=
best birthday present anyone could ask for
alright
off to help josh move some beds into this house
getting paid in a pack of cigarettes
and that fucking works for me
holla at me my niggas