...My score is a 127.
I must've added wrong because nobodys that ghetto. My lil bro name is Man-Man. We had a candy store for 2 yrs...and we sold sno cones, chips with cheese and meat. My mom use to put Jean Nate in our bath water and the ice cream man use o play "Do your ears hang low" when he came down the street. Oh and I had a bad habit of saying kilt=killed worser. I guess my family was the epitome of G*H*E*T*T*O. Hey I am from the Chi what did you expect?
