Ya’ll know I be straight thuggin’ cuz my mailbox is blowin’ up wit motherfuckin’ heartfelt greetings from my homies, son. They gots mad love fo my ass, for rill. I’m even finna buy summa these for my bitches’ fuckin’ birthdays and anniversaries and fuckin’ Kindergarten graduations and shit, ya heard? I ain’t trippin’… I gots mad stamps at home, ya’ll. MAD stamps. Conveniently located neighborhood post office represent! Aaaaand what?

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via Molly at The Nesting Game