well tyrone “ty” lee underwood is no longer with us.
kik is what killed her.
well not kik per say…
but that’s how she was communicating with a dl pre baller wolf.
it was also the trial that lead to solving the crime.
check out how it all went down…
i think my neighbors must have heard me laughing my ass off at this…
early this morning,
i went to go get some medicine for my ignorant acting allergies.
i didn’t sleep at all last night because i felt terrible.
when i got around the block,
i saw people and police standing around this car.
a nice whip at that.
black dodge charger
i usually see it parked there on my way to work in the morning.
well the car don’t look like that anymore…
“aye shawty lemme talk to you real quick…”
if he pulled up next to you,
late at night like 11ish while you walking home in the summer,
what would you reply to him…
lowkey: we haven’t done a role playing session in a long time.
gotta bring that back.
guess who got his florida license today?
not charlie brown.
i didn’t even have to do much to get it,
plus they gave me it the same day.
it felt good to be back on the road again.
leaned back with one hand on the wheel.
nothing better than some head.
her friend must have been hard up for some peen.
this thoughtful lady here helped her friend get some much needed wall massaging.
it just so happened at gun point.
now you know a wolf can perform under pressure ladies…
that’s a wide bumper.
…i meant the car.
i don’t know how these straight wolves do it.
i just don’t.
i saw this video of this wolf’s wife throwing a bitch fit in the car.
when i say i was waiting for the slap?…
i saw my dream car tonight!
my dream wolf also owned it.
that’s another story.
i ran out of brown rice,
so i had to take a quick trip to the corner store.
when i walked out my building,
i saw this sexy wolf talkin to the spanish vixen couple buildings up.
he was definitely my type,
but i didn’t even focus on him for to long.
his car is what really got my attention….
imagine being in a car.
it’s yours and you are driving.
it’s a beautiful day.
sun is out.
wind blowing in your face.
you are driving to your next destination.
the next pit stop.
it’s been a long journey,
but you have enough gas to last a while.
you follow the rules of the road.
as soon as you pull off to get to the next street,
a pick up truck slams the fuck into you.
you = car.
the pick up truck = life.