NoOne is Famous-I took the bus 47th and Ashland and had a bum sing I would Die For you, paid him a dollar, this is when i knew the night was out
of the ordinary. Got to Ashley's Dads Vintage shop, they put my ass to work. After eating all of Meex's McNuggies, and moving shit around
a wood shop was made into an epic party Lair, and trust me this shit was epic. I left to pick up friends (lady friends) and got back around
12:30 am, prime time. Shit was juicier then chinese chicken. The photo booth looked dope, a buncha fly ass kids were dancing to sounds bieng provided by
chicago's very own Ghetto division.The music was poppin, when i got to the Booth Mdok himself was dropping Gucci's
Wasted. the atmosphere was perfect, paparazzos photographed me engaging in lip exchange (WITH A GIRL!)
, and thats About the time shit got REAL. Ozzy was about 2 milimeters away from me when Fists started flying, and wrestlemania pilsen ensued. We tried
calming people down over the mic, but no one was going. To summarize the night, with all the lights and cameras ( both video and photgraph)
It was a latino drama of epic regard. Cops came, an OG gangster was angry because his daughter was in the party engaging in arts and crafts, and shouted how
he would return with a cavalry of guns and ammo. Everyone dipped: wasted, engaged, and with stories to tell. Enjoy
the pictures sportsfans. - DJ Pleazy
of the ordinary. Got to Ashley's Dads Vintage shop, they put my ass to work. After eating all of Meex's McNuggies, and moving shit around
a wood shop was made into an epic party Lair, and trust me this shit was epic. I left to pick up friends (lady friends) and got back around
12:30 am, prime time. Shit was juicier then chinese chicken. The photo booth looked dope, a buncha fly ass kids were dancing to sounds bieng provided by
chicago's very own Ghetto division.The music was poppin, when i got to the Booth Mdok himself was dropping Gucci's
Wasted. the atmosphere was perfect, paparazzos photographed me engaging in lip exchange (WITH A GIRL!)
, and thats About the time shit got REAL. Ozzy was about 2 milimeters away from me when Fists started flying, and wrestlemania pilsen ensued. We tried
calming people down over the mic, but no one was going. To summarize the night, with all the lights and cameras ( both video and photgraph)
It was a latino drama of epic regard. Cops came, an OG gangster was angry because his daughter was in the party engaging in arts and crafts, and shouted how
he would return with a cavalry of guns and ammo. Everyone dipped: wasted, engaged, and with stories to tell. Enjoy
the pictures sportsfans. - DJ Pleazy
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