Broke boi Android user spotted

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JODECI JAHRON

You sir, the one that asked if it was on Boost Mobile

Keep your landline broke boi we goin’ mobile

wait its actually happening
twitter.com/partynextdoor/status/1243281559894945793

Op updated

u put more time and effort into this thread than party did his album and rollout

OP predicted. Modern day Nostradamus.

PARTYNEXTSTREAM

on jahron

man said twitch

we spamming Poggers in the PARTYMOBILE chat

album will be Basura but at least the threads will be Goat

Sticky.

That nigga talking about PARTYLANDLINE

the Jahron B Cult eats tonight

This bout be so generic

#FERINA

Did you hear the news?

That he the nav of rnb?

DO YOU DESERVE ME? NO WAY
BUT CAN I LET YOU GO TO ANYBODY?
NEVER IN A MILLION
LIFETIMES
BUT MY LOVE JUST REACHED THE CEILING

I was texted something about premiering a new visual too

Believe It video?

It is 2040.

The earth's population has been reduced by 99% by an onslaught of pandemics and biological warfare. The landscape is bathed in an eerie fluorescent glow.

The last remaining record label in Canada uncovered an unreleased PartyNextDoor recording in a charred USB stick and intends to release it before they close their doors.

A wandering messenger with radiation sickness represents the label and promotes their releases by handing out flyers. The man approaches the underside of a bridge that the last remaining PND stan calls his home. As he reaches the opening, the man collapses, the weight of his lifeless corpse pushing the paper into the breeze.

"You dead, bruh?"

The PND stan approaches the man and picks up the nicotine-colored flyer off the ground.

Eyes widening, he forgets the deceased messenger before him as he reads the text on the page.

"...it's PARTY time!"

Limping over to his computer, the PND stan's heart beats frantically as he dreams up possibilities for his first album release on KTT in a decade. Partymobile, Partymonster and PND4 had been disappointments, but it hardly mattered. This was history.

Typing furiously, he thinks up every word he can think of that rhymes with "Jahron" and makes tenuous connections to pop culture staples from earth's distant heyday. Hitting post, he sits back in his chair and admires his handiwork.

It didn't matter that his internet connection had been disconnected a decade before, nor that his mind had melted into slush after the last virus went endemic. The man's love for PartyNextDoor would never die.