lawl. lengra versionið er ekki á ED:lulz I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said “CHRIS” and it had dice in the mirror If anything they could say that my girl was rare But I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo home to Cel-Air!” She crawled out of the house after 7 offspring And she yelled to the cabby “yo Hansen, my sav’ya” Looked at my kingdom I sure wish she was there To sit on my girl as the prince of Cel-Air. but i got the short
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
