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Well playas….they must have stolen all of the freakin’ books out of Jason Pierre-Paul’s crib because thought and speculation is at a complete standstill in the corner like a scarecrow. I know y’all didn’t think that I was gonna let that dun get off Scott-free for blowin’ his hands up over the weekend with fireworks now did you? This clown was in the middle of negotiations for a long term deal worth $60 million that he hadn’t signed yet and he’s outside poppin’ fireworks with his OWN hands bruh. He didn’t borrow someone else’s he used his own. Now obviously the Giants pulled that joint off of the table due to his lack of good judgment.
Ole boy’s so jacked up that he’s been in the hospital since Saturday with nerve damage to his hands.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! This dun is out here poppin’ fireworks with the same hands that he uses to make millions of dollars! His hands are his money makers! As a matter of fact, his whole body is his money maker and he’s bein’ reckless with it. Wheredeydodatat?
That’s like a surgeon playin’ with knives or a stripper purposely sittin’ in acid bruh! You gotta take care of your money maker!! So why is he handlin’ fireworks in the first place?
What cats don’t realize is that NFL bread isn’t guaranteed bread. The only money that is guaranteed on an NFL boy is the signin’ bonus. So it doesn’t matter how much paper they still owe you. If you screw up and they cut yo dumb butt that’s all she wrote playboy. Ask Michael Vick about that $100 million he never saw in Atlanta?
JPP was already goin’ to play the 2015 season under the franchise tag of $14.8 million but he hadn’t signed that joint yet either! What’s wrong with these cats out here bruh? He’s got bread on the table and he’s actin’ a fool with explosives.
You already know that fool was messin’ around with some ghetto M80’s that boyz have been playin’ with since the beginnin’ of shoe brushes and stockin’ caps. I’m not talkin’ about the joints you buy in the store playa. I’m talkin’ about goin’ through you old girl’s drawer and findin’ a pair of panty hose with a run in it and cuttin’ those joints up.
Cats always wanna act like they’re at war in Beirut somewhere and light up the hood. So dull bruh!!! Now he’s sittin’ up in the hospital lookin’ like Edward Scissorhands’ stepbrother’s cousin on his daddy’s side. Good luck with that!
At some point these fools are goin’ to learn that when you’ve been blessed with the DNA to play a game for a livin’ not to take it for granted. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
2) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. Whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
3) Wheredeydodatat: Hood for, “Who does that?”
4) Shoe brushes and stockin’ caps: noun – the secret formula to gettin’ waves in your head back in the 1980’s playa. And don’t forget the Coconut Oil. Cut up a pair of panty hose and put a knock at the top and sleep in it. And you would wear that joint under your hat and you’d look like a gangsta until you wanted to show boyz your hair.
Holla At Ya Boy!
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