My father once lectured me on all things Corporate America, providing customer service in a business enviroment, and why I was an all around punk-ass kid.
He said, “One day you’ll grow up and learn to compromise & humor people. You’ll learn how to play the game — and you will play the game — because you will have a mortgage and you will need a paycheck. You’ll learn, Laur, I swear to god, and you will play the game. Trust me.”
I looked at my father and rolled my eyes, as only a teen-ager can do, and said, “Play the game? I am the game.”
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I told this story to my younger brother, a few nights ago, and we laughed for hours. I was a saucy kid.
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don’t hate the playas, hate the game. … errr i mean don’t hate the game hate The Man. laurs, know that if you start a yoga pant feud, i gots your back. yous my bitch. word is bond.
also, please use “the Game”as your facebook status.
1. I’m totes starting a feud with Suge Knight.
2. Go see facebook: http://profile.to/lrue/
xxxooo
http://youtube.com/watch?v=XmZDOp7prfk
It’s only right that I address this..