Mom, dad, if you're reading this right now it can only mean one thing. I am judging a WW competition. We always knew it might come to this one day. Please be strong for my brothers and sisters. If little Timmy asks any questions, tell him his brother is judging a CC. I don't think he is strong enough to handle the truth. Give my collection of antique leaves that I keep scattered in the back garden to the guy with the leaf-blower who does our neighbourhood gardens, he will know what to do with them. It only remains to say the Zegota is teh winnar with this here comic -
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| If you wanna walk the walk and talk the talk in my hood you best convice me you's a player bitch. | |
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| Oh I'm playing you allright. | |
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| What? What kinda crazy shit you talking to me boy? Don't you start no shit now. I'm gonna give you my credibility test befo I let yo white ass into my hood bitch. | |
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| I'm down with that, hell, I'm downtown with that. | |
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| Huh, you trying to fuck with my head boy, I can smell five-O from miles away and you starting to smell mighty suspicious mofo. | |
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| Don't worry, I'm 10-6 man, I'm dying to be a 10-50 just like you. | |
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and may Tobor have mercy on his hole.
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GOVT. Warning: Do not smoke around children they will badger you for fags.