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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Humor: Aim Logs - Brazians


mayochup
: Kevin and i are a repertoire of music
[H]: you two are
[H]: i just thought kevin took photos
[H]: i didnt know he was the jedi master of house music
[H]: hahaha
mayochup: lol
mayochup: we both we are
[H]: well i can juggle?
[H]: and what!
mayochup: youre asian
mayochup: asians juggle
mayochup: brazilians drink
mayochup: hispanics cook
mayochup: and white people eat
[H]: mexicans plant stuff
mayochup: that doo
mayochup: too*
mayochup: black people pick the stuff that mexicans plant
[H]: hahaha
[H]: speaking of which
[H]: why is their cotton on top of pill bottles?
mayochup: cuz im broke but need cotton balls?
[H]: no
[H]: to remind black people they were cotton pickers before they became drug dealers
mayochup: lmao
[H]: hahaha yeah i know
[H]: that was wrong
[H]: funny and wrong
mayochup: this entire conversation was wrong
mayochup: really, i think im putting it on myspace
[H]: put it up on a bulletin
[H]: and mention my name
[H]: phone number
[H]: and address
mayochup: will do
[H]: and social so the mexicans can steal it
mayochup: ok, can i have your:
full name
phone number
address
SS
[H] Juan Pablo Escobar
407 566 1243
Firestone
501 22 1234
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