I waked this morning, at 12:30pm, the sun shined my eyes through a crack in the curtain. my phone, in pieces. I thought: GREAT! I planned on staying within the comfort of my own home this friday, without a care in the world. Plans got re-written. Dad thought it necessary to take me to stratford. BUT! he was gona ride his bike and I had to catch the bus...SOLID PAR!!
Well...i had no choice but to take the par to my wallet and "tap that oyster"
Dad saw an offer, went COOK-OO then pedal'd away ditching his only two sons:
I had enough, so i said, "STOP N' SNAP"
The younger one's
Got home...
thought...wah da heck!
so i blagged the day, banging out the pro-evo 08, getting closer to producing the most ultimate team, full of ADRIANOs and IBRAHIMOVICs.
Soon Come!
Meanwhile...
Reeboks:
These are all beautiful. I DON'T CARE. They may look like SPACE boots, but that's the beauty of it, they don't weigh 2 tonnes.
The body, creamed with some shiny, black patent leather. Cherry'd with some fading pink and fading green accents on the straps.
Don't even try and PaR This looks better than them tings in that BaR The chips look tired But I don't care You weren't there
