Old school hip-hop night was full of FUPA's to the point it was difficult to get my dance on. Everywhere I turned there was another FUPA hogging the floor. At one point I got a forearm across my chest by one beastly FUPA who was trying to get past me. The best was the Killah FUPA decked out in her dress that coincidentally had print that resembled that of a whale, the killer type. Peace out bloglings.
MJ
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I think I can still smell the stench of the first grupa fupas that walked by. Rank. Wonder when the Shamupa has to report back to Sea-World?
MJ, I'm worried that I have (am?) a fupa. Please continue to love me despite my fupity. I wish I could control it.
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