Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Mornin, waikin me up, the crook Foncia (you wanna an idea, compared to that one Enron was the vatican) but he's too late. I'm goin home, La Isla Bonita just followed For a moment like this. They're just so hugly and cheap. I'm flyin home and they can't stop it. Like a virgin, what's next, Number One ALICIA KEYS No One. A few days, I'll be cruzin 192 west listenin my hometown radio.
That's no joke Folk's, now is the time, wire transfer at once, as much as you can.

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