He can skate but I can rap better than that kid. he can stick with skating but please stop making me laugh at you.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole
scene had an eerie surreal quality, like when you're
on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on
at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers
raced across the grassy field toward each other like
two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m.
traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m.
he's definitely a good rider and doing well for himself now, but bragging about not graduating high school and rocking tattoos on your face??? hope he's making a lot of money and saving or investing it or he's gonna be in trouble later on.