Archive for the ‘Ghetto’ Category

Stop Snitching(no.2)

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Okay I won’t tell anybody that I know you.

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I gotta plan

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

We have nothing, lets steal something.

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Coca Cola Hair

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Actual Caption, "cola that shit fire i known dont hate"

You know she hate a bitch in Pepsi.

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Promises

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

I’m not gonna tell him we can’t go to Six Flags.

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Laundry Day

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

It can really sneak up on you.

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Lady and the Tramp

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Puff, puff, love.

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Authenticity

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Actual Caption, "I WAS RAISED IN DA GUTTA"

That is freakin gangsta.

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Money Hungry

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Are you hungry?

Did you wash your hands? Good.

Dinner is served. Cash with a side of Newports.

His favorite.

A napkin is always a good idea.

Otherwise you’re gonna make a mess.

Don’t stuff your face.

One at a time.

And don’t talk with your mouth full!

When I was a teenager I liked to eat in my room.

Mom makes the best sandwiches.

The Dagwood.

When you’re money hungry, you need to buy groceries.

I ate the last stack!

Breakfast for dinner? Doesn’t really matter when all you do is eat money.

Frozen Food.

Bachelor pad money. He’s needs a good woman to cook his money.

Eating out is fun.

Try international cuisine.

It sucks when you gotta eat in your car.

Don’t eat in your bed, singles stuck get in the covers.

Money soup.

Chef tasting his work.

An apertif goes lovely with a money meal.

Or a nice Chianti.

If you’re invited to a potluck, you’re expected to bring something.

Besides, if there are leftovers you can always heat them up.

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Oops!

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Sorry wrong room.

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Birth of a Nation

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

This picture would look a lot different if he was white.

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