I my have just fucked myself booking a commercial ughhhhhhh
why's that?
I my have just fucked myself booking a commercial ughhhhhhh
Asked about pay and having to check my schedule to see if in shooting something else... FMLwhy's that?
Welcome. I've lost count of the Nigerians on gaf.
Yea, Forrest Whitaker took that test and traced his roots back to the Igbo tribe.
why doesnt mitsuru-senpai like me, yall
you playing persona satch?
Man, fuck Nigerians. Nigerians are some peer pressuring motherfuckers.
Earlier this summer, I went to a friend's graduation party his parents were throwing for him. He's straight up Motherland Nigerian, so a shit ton of his family and friends who came over were Nigerian as well. They had this old ass Nigerian DJ, blasting some whack Nigerian beats, and he kept intertwining random ass 8bit sound effects (think it was space invaders) within them.
Anyways, these Nigerian motherfuckers are some drunk ass motherfuckers, and everyone from the cousins to grandpas were getting their drank on. I had shit to do the next day, and wasn't trying to get fucked up, but some friends alongside my friend's family kept trying to pressure me into it. I held firm... until my boy's grandma walks her old decrepit ass gets up in my grill, telling me to "stop being a bitch" as she slammed down a shot of what people were having at the time with a stone cold look on her face. I'm not going to let Harriet Tubman out drink my ass, so I gave in, and started to throw down some shots. I don't know what the fuck they gave me, but that shit went down like battery acid, and had my shit fucked up in no time.
Already drunk as fuck, I guess I was coerced into blazing, so here I am in the middle of Nigeria cross faded. I don't remember much after that, but apparently I felt the urge to dance so I hit the stage, and was grinding up on some old ragged ass Nigerian bitches. I could have lived with that much, and laughed it off, but naw... shit had to go further. I hooked up with some busted ass Nigerian in the bathroom (a friend of the family, and a year or two younger than myself), and looking at her the next day on facebook, this girl looked like a wigged Djimon Hounsou with the slender figure of a modern day Mo'nique. Apparently my friends were in a position to stop this, but they "didn't want to cock block me." I damn near committed myself to therapy.
why doesnt mitsuru-senpai like me, yall
Man, fuck Nigerians. Nigerians are some peer pressuring motherfuckers.
Earlier this summer, I went to a friend's graduation party his parents were throwing for him. He's straight up Motherland Nigerian, so a shit ton of his family and friends who came over were Nigerian as well. They had this old ass Nigerian DJ, blasting some whack Nigerian beats, and he kept intertwining random ass 8bit sound effects (think it was space invaders) within them.
Anyways, these Nigerian motherfuckers are some drunk ass motherfuckers, and everyone from the cousins to grandpas were getting their drank on. I had shit to do the next day, and wasn't trying to get fucked up, but some friends alongside my friend's family kept trying to pressure me into it. I held firm... until my boy's grandma walks her old decrepit ass gets up in my grill, telling me to "stop being a bitch" as she slammed down a shot of what people were having at the time with a stone cold look on her face. I'm not going to let Harriet Tubman out drink my ass, so I gave in, and started to throw down some shots. I don't know what the fuck they gave me, but that shit went down like battery acid, and had my shit fucked up in no time.
Already drunk as fuck, I guess I was coerced into blazing, so here I am in the middle of Nigeria cross faded. I don't remember much after that, but apparently I felt the urge to dance so I hit the stage, and was grinding up on some old ragged ass Nigerian bitches. I could have lived with that much, and laughed it off, but naw... shit had to go further. I hooked up with some busted ass Nigerian in the bathroom (a friend of the family, and a year or two younger than myself), and looking at her the next day on facebook, this girl looked like a wigged Djimon Hounsou with the slender figure of a modern day Mo'nique. Apparently my friends were in a position to stop this, but they "didn't want to cock block me." I damn near committed myself to therapy.
yeah, a few gaffers convinced me to buy it last night and i havent slept since
Man, fuck Nigerians. Nigerians are some peer pressuring motherfuckers.
Earlier this summer, I went to a friend's graduation party his parents were throwing for him. He's straight up Motherland Nigerian, so a shit ton of his family and friends who came over were Nigerian as well. They had this old ass Nigerian DJ, blasting some whack Nigerian beats, and he kept intertwining random ass 8bit sound effects (think it was space invaders) within them.
Anyways, these Nigerian motherfuckers are some drunk ass motherfuckers, and everyone from the cousins to grandpas were getting their drank on. I had shit to do the next day, and wasn't trying to get fucked up, but some friends alongside my friend's family kept trying to pressure me into it. I held firm... until my boy's grandma walks her old decrepit ass gets up in my grill, telling me to "stop being a bitch" as she slammed down a shot of what people were having at the time with a stone cold look on her face. I'm not going to let Harriet Tubman out drink my ass, so I gave in, and started to throw down some shots. I don't know what the fuck they gave me, but that shit went down like battery acid, and had my shit fucked up in no time.
Already drunk as fuck, I guess I was coerced into blazing, so here I am in the middle of Nigeria cross faded. I don't remember much after that, but apparently I felt the urge to dance so I hit the stage, and was grinding up on some old ragged ass Nigerian bitches. I could have lived with that much, and laughed it off, but naw... shit had to go further. I hooked up with some busted ass Nigerian in the bathroom (a friend of the family, and a year or two younger than myself), and looking at her the next day on facebook, this girl looked like a wigged Djimon Hounsou with the slender figure of a modern day Mo'nique. Apparently my friends were in a position to stop this, but they "didn't want to cock block me." I damn near committed myself to therapy.
mitsuru and akihiko are the only people worth giving a fuck about in p3
sometimes aigis
maybe
Man, fuck Nigerians. Nigerians are some peer pressuring motherfuckers.
Earlier this summer, I went to a friend's graduation party his parents were throwing for him. He's straight up Motherland Nigerian, so a shit ton of his family and friends who came over were Nigerian as well. They had this old ass Nigerian DJ, blasting some whack Nigerian beats, and he kept intertwining random ass 8bit sound effects (think it was space invaders) within them.
Anyways, these Nigerian motherfuckers are some drunk ass motherfuckers, and everyone from the cousins to grandpas were getting their drank on. I had shit to do the next day, and wasn't trying to get fucked up, but some friends alongside my friend's family kept trying to pressure me into it. I held firm... until my boy's grandma walks her old decrepit ass gets up in my grill, telling me to "stop being a bitch" as she slammed down a shot of what people were having at the time with a stone cold look on her face. I'm not going to let Harriet Tubman out drink my ass, so I gave in, and started to throw down some shots. I don't know what the fuck they gave me, but that shit went down like battery acid, and had my shit fucked up in no time.
Already drunk as fuck, I guess I was coerced into blazing, so here I am in the middle of Nigeria cross faded. I don't remember much after that, but apparently I felt the urge to dance so I hit the stage, and was grinding up on some old ragged ass Nigerian bitches. I could have lived with that much, and laughed it off, but naw... shit had to go further. I hooked up with some busted ass Nigerian in the bathroom (a friend of the family, and a year or two younger than myself), and looking at her the next day on facebook, this girl looked like a wigged Djimon Hounsou with the slender figure of a modern day Mo'nique. Apparently my friends were in a position to stop this, but they "didn't want to cock block me." I damn near committed myself to therapy.
Man, fuck Nigerians. Nigerians are some peer pressuring motherfuckers.
Earlier this summer, I went to a friend's graduation party his parents were throwing for him. He's straight up Motherland Nigerian, so a shit ton of his family and friends who came over were Nigerian as well. They had this old ass Nigerian DJ, blasting some whack Nigerian beats, and he kept intertwining random ass 8bit sound effects (think it was space invaders) within them.
Anyways, these Nigerian motherfuckers are some drunk ass motherfuckers, and everyone from the cousins to grandpas were getting their drank on. I had shit to do the next day, and wasn't trying to get fucked up, but some friends alongside my friend's family kept trying to pressure me into it. I held firm... until my boy's grandma walks her old decrepit ass gets up in my grill, telling me to "stop being a bitch" as she slammed down a shot of what people were having at the time with a stone cold look on her face. I'm not going to let Harriet Tubman out drink my ass, so I gave in, and started to throw down some shots. I don't know what the fuck they gave me, but that shit went down like battery acid, and had my shit fucked up in no time.
Already drunk as fuck, I guess I was coerced into blazing, so here I am in the middle of Nigeria cross faded. I don't remember much after that, but apparently I felt the urge to dance so I hit the stage, and was grinding up on some old ragged ass Nigerian bitches. I could have lived with that much, and laughed it off, but naw... shit had to go further. I hooked up with some busted ass Nigerian in the bathroom (a friend of the family, and a year or two younger than myself), and looking at her the next day on facebook, this girl looked like a wigged Djimon Hounsou with the slender figure of a modern day Mo'nique. Apparently my friends were in a position to stop this, but they "didn't want to cock block me." I damn near committed myself to therapy.
Seriously. Wouldn't even walk home with you unless you had straight A's. I was like, "Woman, we live together. You going that way anyway."She's too classy for you bruh.
Just walked out of my last class. Next stop: graduation.
Seriously. Wouldn't even walk home with you unless you had straight A's. I was like, "Woman, we live together. You going that way anyway."
Just walked out of my last class. Next stop: graduation.
Man, fuck Nigerians. Nigerians are some peer pressuring motherfuckers.
Earlier this summer, I went to a friend's graduation party his parents were throwing for him. He's straight up Motherland Nigerian, so a shit ton of his family and friends who came over were Nigerian as well. They had this old ass Nigerian DJ, blasting some whack Nigerian beats, and he kept intertwining random ass 8bit sound effects (think it was space invaders) within them.
Anyways, these Nigerian motherfuckers are some drunk ass motherfuckers, and everyone from the cousins to grandpas were getting their drank on. I had shit to do the next day, and wasn't trying to get fucked up, but some friends alongside my friend's family kept trying to pressure me into it. I held firm... until my boy's grandma walks her old decrepit ass gets up in my grill, telling me to "stop being a bitch" as she slammed down a shot of what people were having at the time with a stone cold look on her face. I'm not going to let Harriet Tubman out drink my ass, so I gave in, and started to throw down some shots. I don't know what the fuck they gave me, but that shit went down like battery acid, and had my shit fucked up in no time.
Already drunk as fuck, I guess I was coerced into blazing, so here I am in the middle of Nigeria cross faded. I don't remember much after that, but apparently I felt the urge to dance so I hit the stage, and was grinding up on some old ragged ass Nigerian bitches. I could have lived with that much, and laughed it off, but naw... shit had to go further. I hooked up with some busted ass Nigerian in the bathroom (a friend of the family, and a year or two younger than myself), and looking at her the next day on facebook, this girl looked like a wigged Djimon Hounsou with the slender figure of a modern day Mo'nique. Apparently my friends were in a position to stop this, but they "didn't want to cock block me." I damn near committed myself to therapy.
Just walked out of my last class. Next stop: graduation.
damn, you threw beef under the bus.
Just walked out of my last class. Next stop: graduation.
Just walked out of my last class. Next stop: graduation.
Hey part time do you put sugar in your rice too?
Nah, just a little bit of gravy
...gravy rice?
Nah, just a little bit of gravy
Nah, just a little bit of gravy
well....at least he didn't say ketchup.
i used to do that when i was a kid :/
You guys telling me
Gravy in rice is strange?
You guys telling me
Gravy in rice is strange?
Just walked out of my last class. Next stop: graduation.
Seriously. Wouldn't even walk home with you unless you had straight A's. I was like, "Woman, we live together. You going that way anyway."
Nah, just a little bit of gravy
You guys telling me
Gravy in rice is strange?
But when I think gravy, I think thick ass goopy sauce you put on Mashed potatoes or turkey.
congrats rei
congratulations!
Congratulations
Grats Rei!
Congrats!
You lose your diploma if they see you inside a KFC
Congrats man. Moonwalk across the stage!
Thanks y'all.
Now to figure out what comes next >.>...<.<
What degree do you have?
A B.A. in Simulation and Digital Entertainment. Basically video game design. I could probably get a job working as a game tester.
The "problem" is that over the past year, I've come to realize I don't really want to work in games. (I know. Kinda late to realize that. lol)
A B.A. in Simulation and Digital Entertainment. Basically video game design. I could probably get a job working as a game tester.
The "problem" is that over the past year, I've come to realize I don't really want to work in games. (I know. Kinda late to realize that. lol)
We need minorities in the gaming biz. Bish and Jade can't do it all.A B.A. in Simulation and Digital Entertainment. Basically video game design. I could probably get a job working as a game tester.
The "problem" is that over the past year, I've come to realize I don't really want to work in games. (I know. Kinda late to realize that. lol)