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i was making shinanagins one time with my fellow companions. we have a posse, we gather for scotch and horse racing occasionally. this one shady looking fellow approaches from over yonder. he offers us some product and goods for purchase. me and my fellow posse members consult each other. we decide it best if we had inquired him on what kind of product this humble merchant is selling. he opened his hand, and, i was shocked! in it was a crack rock! I said "what the fuck am I supposed to do with this, eat it? Keep that shit!" And the lady said, "Beat it, he told you your money gone, so get your ass on!" I just did it cause I wasn't alone.
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