ken shinoda

Damn, now u make me wanna buy one too!

just picked it up

armwarmers?!.. i <3 PARIS but u sure sound like a beeyatch mang... plz dont..

I laughed at this, but your fit is damn bad though (you should have completed this with ARMWARMERS).

Dior whores are annoying as hell.

his is def better than your constant crappola.

that jacket is fucking awesome...

real B.A.L.L.A. speaks nothing but the truth here... wish the bunch of u could be more like these guys...

i think of pirates tho...

yea it just sucks that the two common connotations with that jacket are the beatles and my chemical romance. =/

ok, i don wear it anymore, if u say so.. only cuz u so cute diamonz..

u cant help it if you got the gigantorz feet

wait ...that's Aniki?

i be flattered..ok, i be ur big brother.. will look out for ya, nigga..

i tryin to brin da circuz flava in ma fit, diamonz..

is funny, like a peasant lookin at a mucielago and go... why only two doors?? wat a imbecile..

someone puhlezz educate this nigga...

someone please link me to his previous fit. this is fucking awful man, what is hanging off of him, what is that hoodie (i'm assuming it's supreme), and why is he wearing wolverine's jacket. if that's better I wanna see worse.

nigga says he knos me now that he knows im B.A.L.L.A. S.T.A.T.U.S. ??

He looks really familiar for some reason. I thought so with the old fits and even more so with this one. Seems like something's sour in the milk but i dunno. I guess it's too late for me to think straight

pirate du caribbean~

nice hair cheep..

jordan 1,2,5,6,11

lolz.. u shoulda read my story instead..

at least it will make u eracted instead of stoned...

wow. I can't believe I just read that whole turtle story.

I'm fucking stoned.

u have to change ur pics mang.. wit thoes pics u post, u never gonna sell this jacket..

i'd rather u getting a new one than a used ones... that goes for all electronic gadgets..unless u know the person whos selling it and handles+takes care of it...

i dun get soundunes.. why he be braggin bout wendy's and queuein up and train rides and shitz? that be like posting pics of toilet paper u bought on 'recent purchases' ...

dat some fresh catz thug wanna bes nigga get so jealous wit real ballaz that they hate on em.. u cant be bothered wit em foolz for hatin n just keep on rollin and watch em fools wit envy eyez...

It was Saturday, and you were home from school for a few days. Your

folks had gone out of town for the day and would not return until

tomorrow. The new neighbors had moved in while you were away at

school. Bored, you thought you would visit them to get acquainted.

While waiting for an answer to your knock on their door, you heard a

scurrying around in the living room. Shortly your knock was answered

by a shapely woman of about thirty-five years old, medium dark hair and

a knockout pair of breasts. She was wearing only a loose fitting thin

robe. Her yummy cleavage in clear view.

"Hello, I'm Jessica, you know from next door." You introduced yourself.

The sexy woman replied, "Oh yes, your mom told me you were away at

school. Glad to meet you. My name is Myra, come in and meet Carl."

Entering the living room you saw a rather handsome, fairly tall,

well-built middle-aged guy. His steel gray hair was a little on the

long side. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see you as being

naked, he looked directly at you. You could not miss the large bulge

in his pants. Your nipples hardened beneath your tee shirt - you wore

no bra. He absently tugged at his trousers as he spoke.

"So you're the lovely Jessica we've heard so much about."

"Yes" you replied. I don't know about the lovely part - I hope I didn't

interrupt anything."

Myra spoke up, "Nothing we can't finish later. Come in the kitchen and

tell me about yourself."

Holding the swinging door for you, Myra turned slightly and let her

upper arm innocently rub against your firm breasts as you squeezed

past. "Nice boobs." She said under her breath.

Emboldened by her frankness, you replied, "Yours are beautiful. I

really hope I didn't interrupt you guys at something." "Nah, " came her

reply, "I was just giving Carl a little head."

You were shocked at her candor and didn't speak for a moment.

"Come on sweetie - I don't think you are as innocent as you appear, I

saw your reaction when you looked a Carl's cock. Am I right?"

In frustration you stammered, "W w well. I have been with a few guys."

"How about girls?" she pressed.

You were beginning to think Myra's interest was not entirely out of

curiosity - particularly the way she was softly stroking your torso and

letting her hand brush briefly against your breasts. Boldly, you took

a deep breath and answered truthfully. "I do have a room mate, Sheila

- we have experimented a little, you know girl girl stuff - it was

fun."

Myra smiled and moved her hand to cup your full breast, capturing your

erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Placing her free hand on

the back of your head, she pulled your mouth to her own. Her hot

tongue traced a path around your lips before plunging it into your

mouth. You quickly overcame your surprise and sucking her sweet tongue

into you mouth returned the passionate kiss. You were beginning to get

wet. The sweet itch in your vagina was becoming more intense.

Reluctantly, you let Myra break the heady kiss. She took your hand and

said, "I would like to show you my bedroom."

With some trepidation, you let her lead you up the stairs to a large

bedroom, the centerpiece of which was the largest bed you had ever

seen. Huge pillows decorated the headboard. Facing you Mara quickly

lifted the tee shirt over your head and took each of your now aching

breasts in a hand, lifting them and teasing your hard nipples between

thumbs and forefingers.

hahahahahaha, what a pretentious motherfucker...man, i just finished standing on line for the latest baby milo gear. after that i had dinner at wendy's. when i was sufficiently stuffed full of teriyaki burgers i made my way to roppongi and geronimo's for drinks and then i took the last keikyu line from shinigawa back to yokosuka so i could be at work on time. man it's great living in japan.

everyone repeat after me: douuuuuuuuuuuuche baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!

did u go to lad to get some photo teez?

that not even jmatty.. u high?!

haha, old chubby checker there. what a motherfucker.

criss angel called...he wants his style bakk

^ a terribly hairy one, i'm afraid sir...

is that really jmatty?

true dat, raj...

but then again, $200 cant buy u shit wit the current horseshitz thats been goin on these dayz...

I can respect a man with a good hustle.

You should sell the shirt on sufu market for like 200 dollars.

Some fool will buy it.

english, motherfucker. do.. you.. speak.. it..?

why u gotta say that in public, make u sound like a damn abo fool mang...

it means a no-legged man wont be wearing no socks, why then she be wearing bra...make sense?