Voice Post -- Private

Mood: 

Drunk

"Fuuuuuck, man ... got me a staircase. Fuckin' stairs. My stairs. Go straight to th' kitchen, so if I got me some munchies? Fuckin' A. 'M set, bitches. Fuckin' set. Fact? If I wan't so fucked up right now? I'd go down, get me some muthafuckin' ice cream. They got the good shit down there, hell. Muthafuckin' Ben and Jerrys bullshit.

... helllll yeah.

You scientist bitches listenin' t'this shit? Man, you got any junkies up in this bitch? Dunno what I'd use the cash for, but ... all this blow an' people talkin' 'bout parties an' shit ... makes a nigga tempted, know what I'm sayin'? Maybe set me up some contacts f'when this bitch is over, feel me? 'Fore I go nosin' it all up m'self.

You got some prime-ass liquor in that bar, man, I'm tellin' you. Buncha crazy white folks an' buncha booze ... fuck.

... forgot what I was sayin'. Peace out, ya'll. Ice cream."