okay i made that thread about the crazy bitches that live in my hood and how I talk too much shit ect.. and the whole glass table deal.. ect.. and so I just got back from the store to get another v8 and karen an older lady was like "hey whats your name again?" which is really rich considering I asked the younger crazy one what her name was yesterday and she wouldn't give it to me.
Karen says Hey weeel you like fruit cocktails? And I was like uhhh.. i guess I mean i haven't one in years.. and she was like I have some and i put it with rice cakes on this glass table.. DUN DUN DUN!
now i feel like im getting set up / poisoned
like ill accept some titos vodka or a couple of lines but this is weird
Originally posted by WellHung
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look older bromo ive tried to be your friend and offered you to live in my cats room, but if you don't like it here you can pack up your shit in your car and leave. know one is making you stay here. your little hind needs a good paddling or some kinda ass whoopin. Im here for me not you.
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Originally posted by Bill Krozby
look older bromo ive tried to be your friend and offered you to live in my cats room, but if you don't like it here you can pack up your shit in your car and leave. know one is making you stay here. your little hind needs a good paddling or some kinda ass whoopin. Im here for me not you.
the plot thickens even more than before... i just went out for a cig and she was like tell your buddy to not touch my shit, and I was like hey doll.. i dont want to argue with you..
and she was like just tell your buddy to not touch my shit.. and i was like why don't you tell him? and which buddy is this is it matt or roberto? and she was like it doesn't fucking matter "guy" just tell both of them to not touch my shit anymore.