Several years ago, at school, there was a adolescent guy called Bradley. Now Bradley was about 6-feet tall, was adequately lanky, and was as white as archetype paper. Yet somehow he managed to be blacker than Fiddy Cent. You see, his cap was consistently backwards, his agreeable repertoire comprised every rap song anytime written, and his jeans were baggier than a abrasion cutting a
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