In light of the insanity that has apparently come to pass for British 'summertime' (see above), don't it make you yearn for the good old days? The days of real summer? Like they seem to have in Atlanta - all cookouts, humidity, battyriders and Jermaine Dupri. Possibly a Bone Thug or two.
Why, me and Junk were rolling around town just the other day, when the natural summertime urge to bust out the bikinis and gratuitously lather up the jeep grabbed us...only for the vibe to be dampened by a sudden downpour. Sad.
Why, me and Junk were rolling around town just the other day, when the natural summertime urge to bust out the bikinis and gratuitously lather up the jeep grabbed us...only for the vibe to be dampened by a sudden downpour. Sad.
I guess it falls once again to the A.T.L to showcase what a real summer should look like.
Ghosttown DJs, we salute you...
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