it’s 2001. u have a spelling test tomorrow. ur playing backyard baseball instead of studying. bases loaded with pablo up to bat. u hit a dinger. life is good
got drunk as shit last night for my birthday in the backyard treehouse. dmitri puked out the window and pete wheeler got us a stripper. made it rain monopoly money at dat ass
halloween party at pete wheeler’s house tonight. i’m drunk as shit throwing pumpkins off the porch like fastballs dressed up as the best athlete of all time, me.
man who tf is this bitch ass barry? talkin down on me like i didn’t hit grand slams, catch 99 yard td bombs, put up triple doubles and steal ur girl on the daily