made a fren named Stephen.
Did not speak so much English when he came over in ninth grade.
So I taught him, and he taught me.
going 120 miles per hour on his Yamaha.
absolutely no fear.
Talked about bunson-burners in tents, hashish apocalypse.
Said Heineken was water for babies.
He had a very simple philosophy.
Once you enter the highway…
You look around.
And if there are no cops, you haul-ass as fast as possible and there is no way they can catch you.
we are one in the same.
we know we all love each other.
it'a just some fuks that are impeding on that.
see you guys, when all this shit gets wrapped-up.
how u say it - hinds, dri, zuphley
we say bottoms-up.
Ur not going to like this pic.
deshalb liebe ich deutschland