Aftermath

whats good sonnnnnnnnsss. chyea. wellidy wellidy wellidy....i dont think we scored ANY chya pics of the possy reppin dizzles birthday last night, so i will just have to paint the picture with my poetic typing ways. SO i (jedi) met brodye (chappell) at his chill box, had a couple treats and a pearl harbor (a redbull jagger drink appropriately named because they DESTROY you )  or seven, met up with the birthday boy himself, smashed a few more tastey harbors then west coasted down to the quay and proceeded to tear that place apart as usual. As e-40 would say, i was sittin at the bar tearin up hundred dollar beeeeeillllsssssssssss.( I was throwin out queen elizabeths like they were pocket change..pffft, who am i kidding , they are! we make it rain on em! )At which point chappell son offered a case of brew ha has in exchange only if I convinced a bakers dozen of cheekas to motor boat my bowl ( a sexy birth defect convenient for doing body shots) sadly i wasnt on my game and could only score a sad 6..  After workin the crowd and combin the dance floor all night and being denied (yet again) for numbas and cigarettes i concluded the night was complete and me and the brza caught a cab back to his heeeizzous , woke up at 630 and we both went our seperate ways, and here i am now, ch! i think im still half in the bag, anyways happy birthday sd you sack of shit,hope you enjoyed it ,we love you son.

i'll see what i can for some pics and maybe a video prehaps? who knows! CH son! CH!