straight up banger, trees really reflect this one nicely. Music sounds so different out blasted in the woods, its a new hobby of mine to try all new or old songs and hear it out here instead of in some closed house like im used to.
There's a guy, he's driving a bowling ball truck. He delivers bowling balls. So this guy he delivers bowling balls, he got a big ol truck with bowling balls in the back of his truck, right. He's driving on the interstate, he sees two black guys with bikes, chains broken, on the side of the road. They're like waving him down, right. He goes “Ay, what's up guys?” He goes “Oh our bikes are broken down, Ay. Can we get a ride to the next city?” And he's like “dude, I don't have any room up here.. Uh I can't do it.” So what they say is like “Cmon man” they convince him.. “ok dude, you guys can be in the back of the fuckin' truck with the bowling balls and shit with your bikes.” “I don't really feel comfortable with this but I got you.” So he's driving down, he misses the weigh station, cop pull his over, he's nervous as fuck sweating bullets. So he's like “you missed the weigh station back there” and he sees the sweat “he's like I'm going to have to check the back of your cab” right? He walks all the way to the back of the thing, opens it up, and shocked eyed “what the fuck?” He runs up “GET OUT OF HERE!” He's like “why, dude?” “You have like thousands of BIPOC eggs in the back of your truck, somebody started hatching and they're already stealing bikes.”
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Im a good dog, i make dinner every evening and its bangin.
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straight up banger, trees really reflect this one nicely. Music sounds so different out blasted in the woods, its a new hobby of mine to try all new or old songs and hear it out here instead of in some closed house like im used to.
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2011 Before CERN killed us and diverted timelines.
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There's a guy, he's driving a bowling ball truck. He delivers bowling balls. So this guy he delivers bowling balls, he got a big ol truck with bowling balls in the back of his truck, right. He's driving on the interstate, he sees two black guys with bikes, chains broken, on the side of the road. They're like waving him down, right. He goes “Ay, what's up guys?” He goes “Oh our bikes are broken down, Ay. Can we get a ride to the next city?” And he's like “dude, I don't have any room up here.. Uh I can't do it.” So what they say is like “Cmon man” they convince him.. “ok dude, you guys can be in the back of the fuckin' truck with the bowling balls and shit with your bikes.” “I don't really feel comfortable with this but I got you.” So he's driving down, he misses the weigh station, cop pull his over, he's nervous as fuck sweating bullets. So he's like “you missed the weigh station back there” and he sees the sweat “he's like I'm going to have to check the back of your cab” right? He walks all the way to the back of the thing, opens it up, and shocked eyed “what the fuck?” He runs up “GET OUT OF HERE!” He's like “why, dude?” “You have like thousands of BIPOC eggs in the back of your truck, somebody started hatching and they're already stealing bikes.”
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