You know how it goes, you get a message from a beautiful broad on your MySpace page telling you she gets moist lookin at you and your spiked hair, shaped eyebrows and sunglasses. But den you look at her profile and see dat da chick is from Wyoming or some udder fuckin state you ain't ever heard of but she's got a killer body. So you keep the messages going and bam three days later you're carryin her bags into your pad for a weekend of fun.Our weekend of fun, which consisted of red bulls and vodka at some of LA's hot spots (all the ones where I am always on the list - dis guy don't wait in lines!), posing for pics to add to my MySpace page and a shitload of sex, came to an end early this morning. I had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to take little Miss Wyoming back to the airport only to find out that Will Smith's new movie was blocking traffic.
Fuck dat guy.
Because of that iRobot motherfucker, the broad missed her flight. She still blew me in the car but still I had to put up with her for a few extra hours and it's all the Fresh Prince's fault.
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