You know, mad peeps can't sweat no little-ass stuff like no spellin. There is peple for that. Like, gimme a intern. A interna that likes words and stupid numbers, to=o. I mean, there is like, four words in this. Pump that bass and that'sd what I'm screaming about ya heard?
AND I FORGOT I WWANT THAT INTEREN TO GET ME SOME BBQ CHIPD WHILE HE AT IT. THE KETLE COOKED KIND.