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Hi all disoblige people I've played with/known hella.
Ok, this is a long thread--So I didn't bother reading it. Instead, I will interject my own opinion. Simply because, it's better than all the other people that posted (yeah fuck you divine).
Disoblige is like the digestive system. Back in the day when they were good and shit they were taking mad shits--bigger than their own penis'. We were all stunned, those beans and meat didn't make us shit so big until we discovered vegetables and fruits. Warportal, man this brother is the stomach (gets shit churnin' like yo grits and honey); and mantra--he's the mouth. He gets shit started and enjoys the nectar of certain organic fluids and he'll bite your ear off (Holyfield, he's coming for you).
Da1 is the appendix. He aint shit. We don't even know who the hell he is. He's the rogue organ who used to be good at eating meat back in the day but now he's just kinda sitting there mackin' on the small intestine, man. Man, fuck that.
This is just a surgery baby where we take that worthless appendix out and massage it with oils only to throw it out later on--or give it to science to fuck around with it. They don't fuck around, you gone son you gone.
BoKi and Jonas are the rectum man; They make sure shit happens and it's good for everyone. It's like bonnie and clyde really.
So anyway, as soon as mantra gets the cookies I sent him--You guys are fucked. Just so you know, I got the UPS army peddlin' my shit to him. He's comin' back like Fat Albert at a cupcake convention. You can't stop the magic baby. Theres only one way to stop the madness, and that's if you could stop milk and thus kill their existence by not having carbs and the nutrients provided.
So as I sit here and write this--I ask one question.
Got milk? Bitches.
Ok, this is a long thread--So I didn't bother reading it. Instead, I will interject my own opinion. Simply because, it's better than all the other people that posted (yeah fuck you divine).
Disoblige is like the digestive system. Back in the day when they were good and shit they were taking mad shits--bigger than their own penis'. We were all stunned, those beans and meat didn't make us shit so big until we discovered vegetables and fruits. Warportal, man this brother is the stomach (gets shit churnin' like yo grits and honey); and mantra--he's the mouth. He gets shit started and enjoys the nectar of certain organic fluids and he'll bite your ear off (Holyfield, he's coming for you).
Da1 is the appendix. He aint shit. We don't even know who the hell he is. He's the rogue organ who used to be good at eating meat back in the day but now he's just kinda sitting there mackin' on the small intestine, man. Man, fuck that.
This is just a surgery baby where we take that worthless appendix out and massage it with oils only to throw it out later on--or give it to science to fuck around with it. They don't fuck around, you gone son you gone.
BoKi and Jonas are the rectum man; They make sure shit happens and it's good for everyone. It's like bonnie and clyde really.
So anyway, as soon as mantra gets the cookies I sent him--You guys are fucked. Just so you know, I got the UPS army peddlin' my shit to him. He's comin' back like Fat Albert at a cupcake convention. You can't stop the magic baby. Theres only one way to stop the madness, and that's if you could stop milk and thus kill their existence by not having carbs and the nutrients provided.
So as I sit here and write this--I ask one question.
Got milk? Bitches.
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