Detox. Cutting back on the drinking till after December 18th. Stasia's b-day celebration in the Poconos. It will be going down.
I'm moving too fast. too much partying and not enough physical activity. I'm done @ Def Jam tomorrow, so that space in my schedule will be used for Gym, IMG and w/e else........went to a jazz performance/dinner for Mandy's BF on Saturday. shit was ill but the food wasnt worth the price. I did the weird thing as usual and ordered Shrimp and Grits...weirdo...
Went to Club Nest after the dinner for my dude Stixxx b-day celebration...shit was jumping. Definitely some whores in there lol. Shit was like 40 to get in though :-/. we ended up polying by 42nd Street where i met my mans. Dude was BENT talking to some pudgester with her shoes off. We see two chicks and spit game @ em but he's so drunk he's fucking up my words lmao. convo went sorta like this:
Me: Sup ladies how ya'll feeling? Had a good evening?
Them: Yeah, we had fun we were @ BB Kings
Me: That's what's up. Where ya'll headed?
Friend: You asked if they lived in the projects? Where ya'll going?
Me: :-/..how you fuckin' up my words? LMAO!
Girls: We're going to the BX by wakefield.
Friend: Ayo, we headed the same way. Ride on the train with us.
Me: It's my bad but whats your name (The hilarity fucked up my flow lmao)
Girl 1: Asia B
Girl 2: Sandra
Friend: We headed the same way? Let's go (drunken voice)
M: SMMFH I'm out son. (low voice) you over here begging and shit.fuck this shit(low voice)
Friend: Nah son. It aint over.
Me: *Walks away a few steps*
Friend: so what's up ladies?
Girl: God bless you sweetie but we have to leave to go to Delaware for school in the morning.
So i'm chilling with my mans and em laughing about the shit, and some next cat comes through on some Phantom shit. Dude hopped out a cranberry Range, spoke a few words to them WHILE my man is still there trying to pull em. Dude pulled BOTH of them. I was dying because my mans just stood the with the ill disappointed face. Something about the nigga was pimpish, and i dont hate the player at all. I just told my mans:
"Son, the way the nigga came through, I bet top dollar he was a pimp. and those girls were whores either way. That's what whores do my dude."
Classic times.
5 comments:
The whip game will do it everytime.
It was a wrap as soon as the bitches saw the cranberry range. I remember we stunted out in Miami and rode through Collins in the 645 drop...we ain't even have to run game on the bitches.
Bird Brains! For one 42nd street is never a good look. Her shoes were off? Come onnnnn, i dont even know you guys and i'm mad at yall, well your man's more specifically. Im visualizing a wreck on wheels.
I don't know about the whole whip thing, it never really got me. For one, the shit is more than likely leased or financed and if it's not...hate the way it sounds, but dude is probably slinging.
I hope your boy learned his lesson, and if it's any consolation i'm sure those scallys reimbursed dude for the ride home with a good deep throat.
i clicked on this post on my blogroll thinking it had something to do with Dre's album release.
**cues simpsons gif**
Your boy was standing up there looking stupid. I can't even remember wanted to post up because I am sitting up here laughing.
Can I Live: A 645 BM is par for the course on South Beach.
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