back in the USS...
A?
LA is on fire.
again.
downtown is a big hazey pocket of smoke and cancer.
Lalo and i have been wearing medical masks and aviators all day.
every day is Halloween.
people look at us like we're crazy. or japanese.
i mumble "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE" as we walk past...
ahh good times.
what's up obama i can't leave the country for 2 weeks without coming back to an upset.
when we were out of the country we were forced to do karaoke... i looked high and low for BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY but it seems it's been outlawed from karaoke playlists in most countries...
it was the night of the election win i was planning on swapping "momma" with "obama":
o-bammmmaa oooowooowowooooah
i don't wanna die...
etc etc
instead we murdered Jay Z - 99 problems....
*flex*
slayed. worst karaoke ever. 6 of us. in latex rubber and women's panties. kip and i were the only guys - i'll let you do the math...
what happens in jamaica...
hopefully stays in jamaica but probably finds its way onto the internet...
i'm off to chad m ward's house warming party see you cats later.
yes i said cats.