well i didn’t say it.
the ny post said a judge did.
so it looks like my favorite baller wolf ratchet,
paul george,
has no f’s to give about that cub he brought in the world.
well he does,
i think.
that “skrippa” he skeeted in,
the one i’m sure he is embarrassed about,
is trying to get him to acknowledge the cub,
well a judge in new yawk slammed paul for his lack in daddy duties…
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Crushes can die.

That was my thought running through my head talking to my Vixen friend yesterday.
I was sitting on my couch, listening to her tell me about her no good Wolf of a man.

…the same man who I wanted to take down and conquer.
I guess all good packages can be prepackaged shit.

Here is how we all met….
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