May 16, 2009

So, May 16th was a pretty busy day for moi (me) moi (me)(I've been listening to French in 10 Minutes a Day). The 17th was my muthafuckin' birthday and shit so I decided to go parachuting with my old man. He was stone face the whole time. Wouldn't flinch. My mother said this was a sure sign homie was shitting in his britches. We both jumped out of those shits though and our shit opened as hoped. Kinda hurt though homie, like the air pressure fucked up my eardrums for like 3 days. I'm good now though, and can't wait to do that shit again.






Possibly the ugliest picture of me ever.