Christopher Ryan Punzalan

Odometer gettin up there.

Pink matter.

All play and no work makes Chris a—idk where I’m goin with this.

Yasiin fw D’Angelo’s “send it on” at some wine bar in Paris.

We’re all just pretending we know what we’re doing.

If I could, I’d eat here every morning fr. Except like…rent.

We bet on errthang. Ain’t no “what about a game of” nuthin. Only “how much you wanna bet _______?”.

My mans n dem.

Tap your heels together three times and repeat “there’s no hell like home”.

The florescent light.

The homie whippin dat Century. That’s foreign foreign.

I think I made necklaces at the back of what’s her face’s crib and took this right at the front.

The part of LA only LA knows.

The boyz need to stop fckin round and make these 4 packs again.

Cancun humidity is free lotion.

You know wtf you did. Next time I tell you you’re blitz, you take a seat at the corner and sip on ice water mf.

Badu sangin Snoop’s “ain’t no fun”.

I laughed so damn hard this night, I made the coyotes uncomfortable.

Joory.