Everyone told us it would happen. We would move to Califonia and get caught up with the bling and the gangs and the rap music. Although we tried to avoid this by moving to Upland, the inevitable has occurred.
And tell 'em make me a grill.
(This is an excerpt from Nelly's lyrical masterpiece "Grillz," duh!)
West Side Baby!
(Not really sure what the signals mean, I think Addie is showing "4-real", and I just hope Elli isn't offending anyone.)
Thanks to Uncle Randy for FedEx-ing these semi-precious grillz.
(When it absolutely positively has to be there overnight.)
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