2018-01-08 at 8:02 PM UTC
I park in around the block as instructed, the last time I was at Mash's house his dad tripped out and pulled a hunting rifle on me because I said some off the wall shit while on a bad acid trip. Problems avoided, I park up the street and climb through the basement window into the realm of Mash. It's a strange magical domain shrouded by an absence of drywall. I arrive after sunset and Mash is just waking up to a coffee cup full of stale steel reserve and non narcotic cough syrup. We shoot the shit for 15 minutes before we get down to business. Our business is smoking freebase cocaine and having a rap battle to the death and business is good. We smoke the cocaine though a car radio antenna that Mash has cracked off of his neighbors fully restored 1975 Olds Cutlass.
I exhale a fat toke of the freebase cocaine and me and Mash proceed to rap battle for a little bit. The cocaine loosens my inhibitions and the free style raps seem to come out of me effortlessly. Mash how ever is a talented musician with years of freestyle rap experience. Needless to say he totally roasts me. I begin to fiend for another blast of crack but Mash has hidden it away, when I ask him to break out another pair of hits and he calls me a leach in another freestyle rap. I get pissed and I sucker punch him in the side of the head.
2018-01-09 at 1:37 AM UTC
Somewhere between two 24 oz steel reserves and a couple hits of crack skinny little Mash has learned to fight like an animal. As soon as my sucker punch landed Mash was hissing and swinging below my belt. I land another shot, this one firmly in his temple. He acts like he's going down, but instead takes a knee and uppercut blasts me in my testicles. Wide eyed, I buckle over, in such sever pain that I'm having trouble catching my breath. With a quickness Mash busts me between the eyes with an empty malt liquor bottle and I'm out. I try to open my eyes a few times but blood has pooled over them and coagulated.
2018-01-09 at 1:42 AM UTC
Get to the part where his dad is instructing Mash, what to do with your body.
2018-01-09 at 2:09 AM UTC
I lie on the cool basement floor for a few hours coming in and out of consciousness before Mash awakens me and helps me remove the blood crust from over my eyes with a pile of Arby's napkins and a bottle of water. I apologize for sucker punching him and he says he's sorry he took it so far, and that he doesn't know what had come over him. He reaches into the blue plastic cooler we were keeping the beers in and hands me a chunk of ice wrapped in a dirty shirt. We share the last steel reserve and smoke a couple roaches he found in a shoe box under his playstation.
2018-01-09 at 3:17 PM UTC
It had an intoxicatingly sweet taste, and smelled like rat piss and burning plastic.
2018-01-10 at 3:23 AM UTC
did someone say phillips 66?
2018-01-10 at 4:20 AM UTC
No, Dummy
666
6=F
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2018-04-23 at 1:26 PM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
Mash looks like the guy from workaholics lol
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2018-06-12 at 10:12 PM UTC
mashlehash
victim of incest
[my perspicuously dependant flavourlessness]
ON THE MONITOR, NIGGA I'M
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