THE DEATH OF WONDERBAR

LAST NIGHT @ WONDERBAR.

WHAT CAN WE SAY. THEY WERE GETTING TOO BOUGIE ON US.

THEY ARE BOUT TO HAVE A DRESS CODE AND SHIT AND, WELL, DA BACKWUDZ SUM UP MY FEELINGS BEST:



THE GOOD: IT'S OUR LAST NIGHT, WE ARE GOING TO GO BANANAS. NO HOLDS BARRED. CRAZY SHIT.

THE BAD: NO HATS OR HOODIES! I KNOW IT'S SUPER WACK. BUT THAT'S WHY WE ARE BREAKING UP WITH WONDERBAR. SHE'S THE GIRLFRIEND THAT ALWAYS COMPLAINS ABOUT YOU WEARING SNEAKERS TO NICE DINNERS. I'M MEAN, SHE'S HOT, BUT SHE'S UPTIGHT AND WON'T GIVE BLOWJOBS.

ANYWAYS. COME THROUGH AND GO CRAZY CAUSE WE NEED TO FIND A NEW VENUE AND U MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO GET DOWN LIKE THIS AGAIN FOR A LITTLE BIT. WE ARE LOOKING FOR FRIDAYS AND SATURDAYS. SO VENUES HOLLER AT ME.

HERE'S THE FLYER. WE'LL REUSE IT HAHA. OH YEAH. AND TONIGHT, I'M DROPPING SOME SERIOUS EDITS AND SHIT THAT WILL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT. FOR REAL. LIKE SHIT YOU USED TO MAKE MEAN FACES TO IN YOUR CAR ON YOUR WAY TO HIGH SCHOOL.

COME CELEBRATE OUR DEMISE. IT'S NOT THE FUNERAL, IT'S THE BOOZE FUELED WAKE MOTHERFUCKER.