Post by Justice on Aug 27, 2015 19:00:39 GMT -5
Another year has passed me by. Got to stay positive about things. Had a pretty decent year in Viral and Hollywood and Full. All three promotions gave me an opportunity. What was missing was capturing gold. Even caught back up with Brooksie. I had to get myself in gear. These eye candy divisions make me sick. This girl and that girl worrying about nail polish or who is wearing what. I get really tired and want to vomit in my mouth. It's about I need this man or that man. They need to stay out of the ring and go where they belong and that's sliding down a pole with rednecks sticking dollars down their thongs.
I got so sick and tired of those Storms. Then to hear Madison and her perfect skin was horrifying. The only two real women to step in the ring was me and Brooksie. Even the likes of Raiyven who was hard but now was as soft as those other cream filled pies. What in the hell is this world coming to. And now this ridiculous Kim Kardashian reject named Shayne Youngblood wants to make it worse. She definitely needs to go or get hit by a runaway train. I guess I need to call Brooksie at some point and make my way back to the City Of Candy.
Looking in the mirror as I was on the phone with one of my hardcore friends from the N-Y-C.
Yeah it's not about the money no more. Think it's time for some "Hard Justice." And yeah "Justice" will be served! One way or another those fake ass tramps will know I'm not about to exchange phone numbers or go to their lame girl night outs. I'd rather slap the lipstick off their precious silver spoon mouths then to ever shake their hand. Yeah you know the hands they take to those Japanese peddlers who paint and sculpt their nails for a couple hundred bucks. I'd rather use the money on some cold ones and pizza. Those damn eye candy princesses can go straight to hell. Don't pass go. Because all they'll collect from me is me spitting in their "I'm too precious for diamonds" faces. So yeah look out and watch I do to those pieces of trash.
I got off the phone and sat on my couch with my cold one thinking where's Brooksie or any real woman when you need one.
I got so sick and tired of those Storms. Then to hear Madison and her perfect skin was horrifying. The only two real women to step in the ring was me and Brooksie. Even the likes of Raiyven who was hard but now was as soft as those other cream filled pies. What in the hell is this world coming to. And now this ridiculous Kim Kardashian reject named Shayne Youngblood wants to make it worse. She definitely needs to go or get hit by a runaway train. I guess I need to call Brooksie at some point and make my way back to the City Of Candy.
Looking in the mirror as I was on the phone with one of my hardcore friends from the N-Y-C.
Yeah it's not about the money no more. Think it's time for some "Hard Justice." And yeah "Justice" will be served! One way or another those fake ass tramps will know I'm not about to exchange phone numbers or go to their lame girl night outs. I'd rather slap the lipstick off their precious silver spoon mouths then to ever shake their hand. Yeah you know the hands they take to those Japanese peddlers who paint and sculpt their nails for a couple hundred bucks. I'd rather use the money on some cold ones and pizza. Those damn eye candy princesses can go straight to hell. Don't pass go. Because all they'll collect from me is me spitting in their "I'm too precious for diamonds" faces. So yeah look out and watch I do to those pieces of trash.
I got off the phone and sat on my couch with my cold one thinking where's Brooksie or any real woman when you need one.