there have been lies in the past and there will be lies in the future” “i need not look beyond this room to see all the liars, hater, the killers, the crooks, the paranoid cowards— truly trematodes of this earth, each one in his own legal profession. — richard ramirez
if i were a groupie i wouldnt do it for the money or the fame. id do it simply for the fact that great music does something powerful to me. great music is like great sex. — brianna custard
i aint worried bout it though cause ima bounce back. im made like tht, y’dig.
its hard to maintain your sanity when youre so concerned with others. — brianna custard
the lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters. — friedrich nietzsche
bitches on my dick. you know the hoes wanna ride me. & my other homies out here like spike lee. they got the cameras on a nigga. guess they like me. — tupac
(speaking on the death of osama bin laden) the navy seals are bad ass. i dont know why everything they do has nothing to do with water. — chelsea lately
smoke somethin, bitch. (wiz voice)

smoke somethin, bitch. (wiz voice)

1st time i laughed at the simpsons in a long time

  • fat tony: i like you. i dont know whether to knock you on your kisser or kiss you on your knockers.
  • selma: i dont know whether to peck you on the kisser or kiss you on the...
aint no way you getting crunk & beatin niggas asses & pimpin hoes. if you wasnt doing tht shit by a senior in high school, you never did it in your life. you a hoe. — blackworldcom
if you a skinny woman, then thats thorough. but if you a big woman, i got your back, girl. fuck all the niggas that consider you fat, girl. you aint gotta lose weight. it is what it is. — cassidy
ive been there, done that, got a t-shirt, & i aint wearing it. — tamara braxton
im bout to drink. i dont wanna have nobody irkin my ears. i dont wanna have no bird chirping in it. i just wanna go & have a good time. balls to the wall. thts it. — jessica (bgc)
you cant spell brianna without air. & how are you supposed to breathe with no air? — brianna custard