Cheekie don't be talkin' bout nothing.
Me and the Cheekster are back with some more fanciful, foolish, flagrant chat. Yeah, alliteration, get into it. We do it for the kids. Wu-Tang. (Don’t mind me) Happy Friday!
The Choice is Yours. No Black Sheep.
me: oh, good morning or some sh*t
Cheekie: not “OR” some sh*t
___________________ (<— she flatlined FYI)
well least you gave me a choice
me: i am stiffly flexible
Cheekie: multiple choice existensialism
me: that was deep yo
Cheekie: TWSS (That’s what she said)
Cheekie's Bible. swag.
Alise: I am having a first world emergency right now
I dont know what music I want to listen to! Call the medic!
Cheekie: LOL!!!!
CLEAR!
revives you back to life
Alise: thanks that was helpful
Cheekie: good samaritan swag
that’s in the bible
verbatim
Alise: parable swag.
Eff a Maytag, I like my refrigerator thugged out.
Cheekie: search from my blog: tupac fridge
oh.
Me: tupac fridge??? bwahahaa!
Cheekie: wtf is a tupac fridge doe
me: chilled thug life?
Cheekie: snickers
me: no, not Snickers, no nougat
Cheekie: lol, you in my head
me: i am well travelled like that
Cheekie: just last year, it was mandated that you have to have a passport to get in my head
ain’t that some sh*t
me: red tape like a mug
yall aint got NO kind of sence. sense. cents.
NONE AT ALL.
LMFAO.
The pot just called the kettle colored. I don’t f*ck with you racial-slurrily.
-_____________- @ the picture of my alleged Bible. Jesus be several acres of fence for my eSoul.