Meanwhile in Russia

Maybe this singularity shit ain't half bad

The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the tazer, I hated my life… My trap house, my homies, my hood, my Glock switch. Nothing would ever change

What's up with niggers craving carbs so much? The literally live for umami and such. Watermelon, mac and cherse, fried chicken, kool-aid, corn starch...