My mother always stresses the importance of being productive and using every hour in a day. I spent most of today convincing white people my name is spelled “K-a-h-l-o-l”.
Kahlil died as he lived, looking like a pretentious douchebag.
Halloween. At a bar. Some costume contest is going on. An overly insistent bro wearing a children’s Spongebob outfit kept asking me why I’m not wearing a costume. I told him I was wearing a costume. He started blankly at my clothes and asked who was I supposed to be. I stared blankly back and replied, “someone who wants to remain a sexually viable option to women.”
A pop punk/hip hop collective called OK Tho.