"I ain't a cuddler I fu@k the drool out of a chick” and my roomies stay home

My roomies are such home bodies. If there was any doubt of that, tonight’s discovery proved it. I borrowed my roomies keys last week to make copies. I accidentally placed the wrong keys on his key chain and he never discovered the problem, I finally discovered it when I realized that I had a few too many keys.

They are a great couple but they never leave the apartment. I on the other hand seem to leave it too much. I went out drinking with my new neighbors tonight (some USD undergrads). For much of the night the mantra that kept rolling through my brain was “stay out of trouble man, stay out of trouble” of course since I like to pretend that I am a humorist even when talking to myself this line also scrolled through my brain “her name is not trouble” the rest is I think a little too graphic for the blog.

“It feels so good to live sucka free Im soakin it all up while your girls suckin me
I mean the world to her its nothin but a nut to me look miss get a drink and let a mutha fucka be…
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool out of a chick”
--Hands up by Lloyd Banks
I was listening to this in the gym and had to grab my ipod to play the song again because I thought that I must have been mistaken on the lyrics…ah the joy of being a rap star where common decency is not required and you can say any and everything and sadly women still flock to you.