The other night, I was having a good time blazing blunts on the rooftop bar with the fellas while talking to the lovely selection of Argentinian bartenders while I met a few new friends.
This guy Eric didn't have a working mobile chip in a foreign country, so he asked for my email. The next day I received this heart-warming email from my new friend:
My highly-melanated brothers know I got soul.
Needless to say, I'm invited to the cookout.
So you fools betta check yo'selves.
