Chris.

Chris.

Chriiiischirschrischrischrischrischris.

Chrissypoo, forreal.

You's a monster.

I mean, not really a monster per se, but damn dawg! Among other straightup darksided offenses, you bit a girl's knuckle damn near smoove off man. While operating a high-end motor vehicle. Is that even possible?! That's straight demon status right there, Chris! Gotta own it and wear it.

Aite i had to get that out of the way.

Now, as for the rest of us: how did we affect this sickass Dahmer-like situation? Did we make it better, or worse? Did we cluck on and on about Rihanna's allegedly tainted nethers, or Chris' debatable monster status...or did we look at the boy's past, observe the girl's present, unpack the situation, and talk to the babies about what's right and wrong in a relationship?

Did we?

Weigh in.

THIS YO UNCLE.

"I got tired of killin cops, that ish was too easy. So I decided to become one..." -Ice-T*



*he aint really say that

who i am

K, too much pressure. Not too sure. Pressing on...

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