and my
perspective. So, a guy not registering a business manages to sell a lousy copy of Eleanor to someone for six ninety-nine. Who having six ninty-nine would buy that and not most likely face in the near future even worse legal issues? That transaction is Las Vegas just short of cash in a bag somewhere in the outskirts and the Sheriff is gonna kick of the chat with: "Hi Billy, Like you didn't know. How much is left and which booky has the rest?" to keep a long story short.
Obviously, one person won't get sued. Now. Again. Who the Fuck believes that Jay Z made those lyrics, please? Honestly.
And not a Skaterboy...wait Poolboy, so you get it.
#MODInc
I heard you smoke weed?
Yeah.
What can I do for you?
Ahm. Get out of the sun, please.
OK. I mean, and to get weed?
How much and where?
...her place the other day...
