This ex-buddy of mine got smacked up at my party a few weeks back for talking slick to a heavy-fisted female.
The mother fucker deserved it. He then decided the next week that he'd trip on me, and like a G, I told him he had better check his tone. He didn't, so naturally I went quiet about the situation, and let his bullshit not ruin my day by breathing any more life into it.
Now, I find out this hellian is trying to holler at my ex on some "Hey, Jed's not been himself. What gives?" shit(which means he's trying to get the pussy). I'm perfectly normal, my usual asshole-with-a-loveable-smile routine.
Now, the G in me says "Move on, there's bigger tiddies and better friends to be had elsewhere", but the clown in me wants to break his fucking cheek bone and shatter his eye socket.
What's a breh to do, brehs?
