Sorry I haven't posted in so long. But let me tell you, some shit when down, son. Thelma, as it turned out, was shall we say... less than welcoming of my theories regarding a certain group and its tightfisted control over the world's banks. You know, you'd think that in this country the free exchange of ideas is encouraged. What a crock of fucking shit.
So you know what, fuck it. If she can't handle the Mood, that's HER problem. I am what I am, a proud Persian motherfucka who don't take shit from NO ONE, especially some big-nosed bitch with a flat-ass. I live life with ZERO regrets. Carpe per Diem and all that existential shit.
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one. Jay-Z, son. Word.
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