That blew my mind.Bib overalls, fanny packs, synchronized running man. What more could you ask for
No one beat boxes anymore..it's a dying art.
The distortion from my computer speakers brought me back to high school, driving around my clapped out POS with way overpowered sub woofers..booommmmmppppppphhhpppp boooommmmpppphhhhhhhhh..crackle crackle..bommmmmpphhhh hiss,hiss, with the rattle form windows and the trunk as accents...and i thought i was da' shit..lol.LMAO. Those girls were hot though.
This tread is fucked.wtf