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Juan on Juan ♥♥♥♥♥♥ city taco Bell thugs

I saw Jontron at a Starbucks up in New York. I was on vacation up there when I stopped up in fo' a lil suttin' ta drink. I aint straight-up shizzle why da thug was there, n' I didn't like recognize his ass at first yo, but I did a quick google search ta make shizzle I was seein what tha ♥♥♥♥ I thought I was seeing.

Jizzle bent over tha counter, shoutin tha ♥♥♥♥ into dis skanky girlz grill bout tha fruity-ass malt liquor da thug was (or wasn't?) served.

"This is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Yo ass be thinkin dis is ♥♥♥♥♥♥ coffee, ♥♥♥♥♥♥? TASTE IT!" Dude splashed tha scaldin bangin' wata onto her face, "Tell me if dis tastes like suttin' you'd drink, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ wack BIZZNITCH." Dude pulled her basebizzle cap off her head n' poured tha rest of his wild lil' fruity-ass malt liquor down her afro as her big-ass booty screamed up in pain-- which I be thinkin is definitely a assault charge-- n' strutted over ta tha lil sandwich cooler.

Dude picked up maybe five or six chicken paninis n' holla'd, straight-up matter-of-factly, "I be takin these now, nahmeean?"

Dude sauntered outta tha diner, his handz covered up in fruity-ass malt liquor n' full of chicken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy ♥♥♥♥♥♥ yo. Dude did one of dem middle school shoulder bumps tha ♥♥♥♥ into me on tha way up n' holla'd, "Git tha ♥♥♥♥ outta mah way, fanboy."

All up in all, dat shiznit was a pimpin' swood day.