Quote by Young Dro
“My cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice, why should I be bishop, I'm drizzled, I got my own juice.”
“My cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice, why should I be bishop, I'm drizzled, I got my own juice.”
Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water…
— Horace