it is a creature which roams the earth alone. it is half man, half bear, and half pig! some people say that manbearpig isn't real. well, i'm here to tell you now, manbearpig is very real, and he most certainly exists and I've had sex with it. I give it a 4
Grab yourself a pregnancy test and go to the bathroom. Pee on the test. While your waiting for the results ask yourself one question: "Have I had sex with Kanye?" If that answer is yes. Please direct all further questions to my lawyer.
What type of question is that! Thats like asking jesus if his Nike Dunks are confortable. Don't focus on the shoes, focus on the man wearing them. Unless there my shoes...then focus them because they cost more then your house.
When I'm not having sex I sometimes I ask myself the same question...then i wake up from that nightmare and realize I'm having sex right now. seriously kanye has the skills to have sex while he types on the internet.
I pray every night to the best god in the world. Me. In the Kanye religion everyone is baptized in Crystal Champagne. Sunday Mass is held on a yacht where the dress code is "GET IN THE FUCKING HOTTUB". And people of other religions pray to their gods that they will one day be converted to Kanye.
My cat has assistants too. When my cat's aids be acting up I make them clean out his litter box with their tongues. Lucky for them my cat's littler is made of synthetic foir gras and his litter box is made out of shaq's old nike dunks. Life ain't so bad when you have a cat with aids.
The whiskey-soaked novel with hints of Kerouak, Hunter S. Thompson and Bukowski about a guy named Jules that gets caught up in the dirtier things that L.A. has to offer, just so he can get back with his one and only girl? No, I haven't.
Don't you worry your pretty striped head, we're gonna get you back to Ibiza and your cozy tiger bed. And then we're gonna find our best friend Kanye, and then we're gonna give him a best friend hug. Kanye, Kanye, oh, Kanye, Kanyiee, Kanyiee, Kanye, Kanye! But if he's been murdered by hot LA 10 models who are crystal meth tweakers.. then I guess it really was just a regular Wednesday night.
I've performed in over 30 countries and been all over the world. At no time did it take me any longer than 30 hours. When I travel:
-I pop 2.5 bottles of Cristal for every 1 honey-dip I have with me.
-I normally travel with at least 10 honey-dips
-I drink for at least half the time
-I also drink 2x as much if I'm jetlagged
-There's approximately 2 hours of jetlag for every 10 hours.
Based off those facts, I drink 1.47 bottles of Cristal for every square kilometer. Since I drink 750 bottles of christal per round the world journey, the earth is approximately, 510,072,000 km2
I could buy your house, have it demolished, take the rubble, melt it down, and craft it into a toilet. Then I would give that toilet to my Butler. Do you know why? Because I don't have time to shit on you.