sherlyn is fckN cleaning out my wallet here....we're back in our competitive moods. popsicle races, soon to be pickle race, and riduculous bets.
i told her if she went to the apartment across from our window and obtained 2 eggs, then i would pay for her clubbing ticket. fck...didnt think she'd do it but she did.
and now i owe her a beer since i couldnt handle not having chocolate for a week. but dang, how could i let my snowcaps rot on my desk like that?
get ready bitch...ive got my serious gameface on now.
HAHAHA...these are the times im gonna look back forever and laugh. how the heck do we come up with these ideas??
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