He bust onto the tuscl scene, a tough guy with strong game. A young and hip drug dealing player with no time to be tame.
Fucking skanks was his gig, always chasing rank vagina. Through nasty, dark disreputable dives in North and South Carolina.
Who couldn't respect the way he clubbed, this smooth operating young man? Using nothing but XXXtra Crispee chicken, he lured whores to his van.
But suddenly it came unraveled when we learned of his great con. The corporate white boy was exposed, all his street cred now long gone.
Broken by resulting scorn, he was rightly filled with shame. His posts took on a deep dark tone, as wounded he became.
Even shadow briefly found himself a target in Juice's sight line. Badly needing a big strong daddy figure, Juice offered him a 69.
Until that moment we assumed his blow job posts were a gag. But with that girly plea to Shadow, Juice confirmed that he's a fag.
Now he skulks around the board, hiding under several names. Beaten, bruised, battered and scorned, nothing left but childish games.
So faggy corporate white boy, having fully exposed your ruse, there's only one thing left to say to you… SLAM DUNK THAT FAGGOT JUICE!

