Hey! I'm Edward. I'm a writer, entrepreneur, and I've got a voice like an angel-please don't be intimidated by me.

KiNdAfaBuLous

At the end of the night, when the valet pulled my car up, I got in and put on some good tunes (“Dedication to my Ex”-Lloyd feat. Andre 3000 [narrated by Lil’ Wayne]), and I noticed that Molly was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, my eyes caught Molly’s unmistakable swagger, sitting in a BMW in front of us-completely unaware that it wasn’t my car. I died.

KiNdAfaBuLous: Moments

This is true! What Ed says is true! I got in some Persian dude’s Beemer all drunk on champagne a couple weeks ago and it was only when he stuck his little head through the window and was like, “Are you coming with me, sweetie?” that I realized I was in the wrong car.

In my defense, I’m fly and when someone tells me the car is there, I just climb into whatever I see and I expect to GO. I don’t need to see your license and registration. I get in the car, and I expect the car to move and that’s a very rich quality I have.

And like, just ‘cause you’re sober for once in your life, EDWARD, doesn’t mean you can laugh at me because you fell asleep in a bathroom last weekend and smelled like a taco, soooooo……

  (via molls) OMG! I forgot to add that in-my wife is right. I ate a taco to sober up and reeked of “taco” for the rest of the night. Luckily, when we got to our final destination, I smiled the smuggest smile when I saw a big-ass TACO TRUCK parked right in front! Errrrrybody was smelling like tacos.

(via molls)

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September 27, 2011
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