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kevin federline - y'all ain't ready
“what are you listening to?”
“SHHHHHHHHH!!! sit down and drink that and SHUT THE FUCK UP! i’m working.”
“what is this? is this supposed to be rap?”
“i guess.”
“who is it?”
“k-fed.”
“oh…k-fed, huh? k-federal. federal express. the rappin’ government agent.”
“kevin federline…mr. britney spears.”
“i’ve got no idea who you’re talking about.”
“you do know about britney spears, though…right?”
“no idea.”
“well…whatever…he was like her dancer or something and then he married her and knocked her up and now he gets all the cash and shit for free. looks like he’s about to put his own record out, so i figured i’d download his new song and take a piss on it.”
“wait a second…let me get this straight…you are listening to a record from that guy?”
“just doing my job.”
“boy, you’re a real douchebag.”
“just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut.”
“i like this yo…it sounds real street…did he just say ‘pavarottis?’”
“i don’t know…i’m shutting it off. i’ve heard plenty.”
“no wait…ooooooo…did you hear that…rewind it…check it: y'all gonna hate on the style we create, straight 2008…i like that…you know, this isn’t half bad.”
“are you retarded?”
“no, i’m serious…i mean, i didn’t know who this guy was, but now i’m wondering…what if jay-p or what’s his face put this record out?”
“jay-z.”
“yeah, whatever…if he put this out or one of those other rap guys you go off about…”
“rap guys?”
“…yeah, rap guys…if one of them put it out, you would like it. you’d be all, ‘this shit is bangin’ yo!’ but since it’s from this guy, you automatically hate it. you’re such a hypocrite.”
“that’s it…i’m gonna poison you.”
“what are you listening to?”
“SHHHHHHHHH!!! sit down and drink that and SHUT THE FUCK UP! i’m working.”
“what is this? is this supposed to be rap?”
“i guess.”
“who is it?”
“k-fed.”
“oh…k-fed, huh? k-federal. federal express. the rappin’ government agent.”
“kevin federline…mr. britney spears.”
“i’ve got no idea who you’re talking about.”
“you do know about britney spears, though…right?”
“no idea.”
“well…whatever…he was like her dancer or something and then he married her and knocked her up and now he gets all the cash and shit for free. looks like he’s about to put his own record out, so i figured i’d download his new song and take a piss on it.”
“wait a second…let me get this straight…you are listening to a record from that guy?”
“just doing my job.”
“boy, you’re a real douchebag.”
“just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut.”
“i like this yo…it sounds real street…did he just say ‘pavarottis?’”
“i don’t know…i’m shutting it off. i’ve heard plenty.”
“no wait…ooooooo…did you hear that…rewind it…check it: y'all gonna hate on the style we create, straight 2008…i like that…you know, this isn’t half bad.”
“are you retarded?”
“no, i’m serious…i mean, i didn’t know who this guy was, but now i’m wondering…what if jay-p or what’s his face put this record out?”
“jay-z.”
“yeah, whatever…if he put this out or one of those other rap guys you go off about…”
“rap guys?”
“…yeah, rap guys…if one of them put it out, you would like it. you’d be all, ‘this shit is bangin’ yo!’ but since it’s from this guy, you automatically hate it. you’re such a hypocrite.”
“that’s it…i’m gonna poison you.”
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 11:58 PM
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Nothing Exceeds Like Excess
Alter Girl: So how was the rest of the party?
Doc: Pretty good, you should've stuck around, or at least snuck out and then snuck back in.
What time did you get home?
5:30. Sorry you missed the rest of it.
Yeah, me tWAIT! 5:30 in the morning!?
Well, the evening would've been a little excessive don't you think?
...and don't forget...
i suggest ya check ya tone...put on ya inside voice, fo i put ya ass outside
FIN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Thanks!
...unless you were talking about my penis...
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