APW Ghetto party

Ghetto_Biatch

So, this outfit was short lived. I couldn’t do anything with the nails on. Except drink a bottle of Boone’s Farm with a straw. The grillz hurt my lip, kept catching on them. And, seriously,  nobody recognized me. It got weird, after the first couple of people looked at me blankly, when I approached them to holla back. Or represent. Whatever.

I tried to get people to just say “Wha,” for a while. It didn’t catch on.

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