Because my boy B-Bare is a mothafuckin anthroballergist, he wants the historal records to show that when Selena Gomez‘s cherry got popped it was the B-Bare’s name she was callin’ out ’cause she was full a six feet a Canadian bacon. Crack it off, Radar:
… The pint-sized pop brat bragged to a pal, “I knew she was in love with me when she gave me her virginity.”
“It was in the summer of 2011. They flew to Palm Springs for a couple days and had a super private place to stay,” the pal told Radar.
“The purpose of the trip was 100 percent because Selena finally said ‘yes’ to having sex with him. They agreed because they both said they were in love.”
Aww yeah, that’s right. When my boy takes your pussy to Murda-town, he pampers that shit with hot towels all the way to Palm Springs, bitch. Woop woop! In fact, you just say da words “Palm Springs” to Selena, and her panties be juicin’ right den and there, yo. — Okay, not really, that’s just the hooker B-Bare pays to go to parties and pretend to be Selena to suck yo dad’s dick so your moms divorces him and then B-Bare’s all like, “Aw, shit, fools, your iniquities are my food! BREAKETH THE SEVEN SEAL, NIGGA!” Then horns be comin’ out of his heads cause that mothafucka’s HILARIOUS.
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