u know, the funniest thing about this is that at least 5 people came up to me at the BBQ asking me the same shit....
"so did you see deepeastoakland yet?"
and i replied to all of them "fucc that muthafucca, he aint finna comin through."
ya know, if u're gonna brag for 3 MONTHS STRAIGHT ON HOW URE GONNA COME TO THE BBQ AND DO ME UP, i'd expect u to do just that, and not have to hear no gay ass excuse afterwards on how u couldn't make it cecause u were in Floss Vegas poppin ur collarless pink sequin shirt with ur fellow criccet buddies from the SFSU chapter of lambda lambda lambda semper fi, but in reality u were out chasin a hoe cecause she let u eat her ol' beat up snatch that was smellin like some mayonaise that been in yo refrigerator since 1982 and even tho u didn't get to bust a nut without some self-stimulation and killin kittens to some gay norwegian elf porn, u still returned the favor and gave her all your credit cards and the keys to ur candypaint red skylark (that u got painted 3 weeks ago usin all the pennies from ur arrowhead mountain spring water jug, but still came up short so u asked mommy to front u $2000) the tweekend before so she can paint the town red with her hoe friends usin yo cash funds and dissappeared for a whole week and blocced yo phone number from her cell phone......
.......damn cuhh.... do u need help on being a "real nigga" o sumthin???..........
i can show u how... better yet, let me make an example out of you.... how about I come to SFSU and BEAT YO MUTHAFUCCIN ASS, stomp yo ass out an everything.... an' as an added bonus, i'll even toss u into a bathroom stall and give u a throrough pistol whippin just to show u how thangs is done... let me know, my phone number nor my address is changin........
p.s. it's funny u call me gay, knowin that u've handled more cokc's than a poultry farmer. fucc u very much, pleaze pull up to the window and pleaze die soon, u little queen.
i win.
