Listen up, peeps! We got the 4-1-1 on the power of coded language in class yesterday, but I had a total brainfart and sucked at spillin’ my guts about the old school goods. So, I woke up this morning all stoked to get in the groove and suss out some freakin sweet gibberish. But then my plans got clotheslined by the hellacious noodleknocker I got goin’ down and I feel like blowin’ chunks at any moment, if you get my drift. Sorry, dude, that’s probably TMI, but don’t have a cow ‘cause that’s not cool.
The point is that it doesn’t matter if you are a noob, dipstick, dweeb or geek, you can just let it all hang out and use your happenin’ mad skills to cover up your blonde moment and show all those snarky couch potatoes that you are one wired and groovy chick who can chill with the foxy studmuffin. And that’s legit!
Peace out.
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