Come bear witness as [S.P] greets his late twenties with a mere shrug and frat boy “Sup?”

He think he Big Meech.

Dranks at [redacted], and if we’re feeling extra young and festive, carryover to [redacted].

Keeping it classy, but low-key.

J.G., inviting me to a friend’s birthday. 

I seriously get the best emails.

“Shit White Girls Say… to Black Girls.” ALSO the part about hair about a minute in - just everyone please stop trying to touch my hair. I will light you on fire.

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