Describe the person above you millenium edition.

[Jaydc555]

Has one small titty and one big titty and is called biggie smalls

[Nigga_With_An_Additude]

has one ball and a small dick and has to look at them with a magnify glass

[QuietTruth]

^ Tomica Woods. Lol.

[Nigga_With_An_Additude]

has his own version of terminator 2

[Jaydc555]

Is the first stage in robots

[Tanjential]

is named after a Swedish workout video.

-T

[D-Nice]

^ It's T. Nothing more needs to be said.

[Tanjential]

Is D.

And Nice.

Nuff' said.

-T

[Jaydc555]

Tobacco killed his mother.And raped his sister

[Blood$]

2009 Dubcc Rookie of The Year (so far) 

[QuietTruth]

^ Cool kidd, on point poster.

[Big B]

my white friend

[QuietTruth]

^ My yellow friend.

[Moe]

white, apparently

[Jaydc555]

I'll never forget the time I got caught stealing watermelons from old Mr. Barnslow's watermelon patch with him. We were giggling so hard I thought I'd wet my pants! At first we tried to steal two watermelons each, but they were too heavy and we dropped them, and that made us laugh even harder. Finally, we each picked out a good one, and we were just about to sneak back through the fence when we heard a low, deep voice behind us. "Just where do you think you're going with those watermelons?" I gulped and turned around. It was old Mr. Barnslow, pointing his shotgun at us. Baron dropped his watermelon, then pulled out the .38 revolver he kept in his waist, turned, and fired. But the turning must have thrown off his aim, because the shot only hit Mr. Barnslow in the thigh. Mr. Barnslow immediately fired both barrels at Baron. One blast of buckshot missed entirely, but the other tore into Barons's shoulder. He tried to fire back, but his shoulder was so torn up he couldn't raise his arm. Just as he was trying to switch to his left hand, Mr. Barnslow ran up and cracked him across the face with the butt of his shotgun. Baron fell to the ground in a heap. Mr. Barnslow raised the butt of his gun to finish him off, but just then Baron pulled out his hunting knife and plunged it into the farmer's big white belly. After that, I don't think I stole watermelons for at least a year.