The Adventures of Spliffy and Bleezie, Episode 3

This one is based on my saturday night last week over Thanksgiving break.
Sorry if it's not as good as the others. Nothing really interesting has happened lately.

Episode 3: That good ol' Heem...

The story begins with Spliffy just chillin' in his room watching some TV eating dinner his mom made that night. Then a text comes to his phone.

From: Bleezie
Whats up pimpin want to drink some heem? got a half bottle left

Spliffy returns the message with:

hell yeah where you at?

Spliffy sends the message. In what seems like a split second Spliffy gets a call. It's Bleezie.

"hello?" says Spliffy.
"what's up man. you said that you want to drink this heem?" asks Bleezie.
"hell yeah. where you at?" says Spliffy.
"look outside"

Spliffy slowly gets up and walks twards the front door. He opens it and sees Bleezie standing outside smoking a cigarette. Spliffy slips on his shoes and joins him.

"What's up man" asks Spliffy.
"nothin much" explains Bleezie.

The two do their special handshake.

"hey" says Bleezie, "chech what i chalked from safeway today. I got some memory cards for digital cameras, some Tanqueray, some condoms, and a squash." Bleezie pulls out this squash out from his backpack.
"HA HA HA HA!" laughs Spliffy, "why?"
"Just cause i can, fool. I'm a pimp like that."
"Shut up. So you got the henny?"
"Yeah." Bleezie pulls out a half empty bottle of Hennesy from his jacket pocket.
"For sure. Lets get to it!" says Spliffy.

The two take a last puff of their cigarettes and toss them. They immediately hed up to Spliffy's bedroom to chill and drink that heem.

"Yo" says Bleezie, "can ya get a chaser"
"yeah." says Spliffy and gets a warm ginger ale from the kitchen. he cracks it open, opens the heem bottle, takes a swig, and follows it up with a sip of some of the ginger ale. He passes the fixings to Bleezie who does the same.

"Gotta love that HEEM!" proclaims Bleezie.
"Hell yeah, man." agrees Spliffy.

After a couple more swigs, the two are beginning to feel pretty good. but after one or two more, Spliffy begins to feel nausiated.

"man i don't feel that good. i'm TOO drunk. hope i don't throw up." says Spliffy.
"don't trip man. everone i've ever known says that they had never drank Heem and trown up." says Bleezie.
"you don't even know"
"i'll tell you this. you throw up, i'll give ya $20"
"fo real! in that case i'll take another shot!"

Apperently that one shot was enough to make Spliffy throw up no more than five minutes later.

"You owe me...HHUUUUUU!...20 dollars." says Spliffy.
"ok man. i got that for you tomorrow" explains Bleezie.
"HHUUUUUU! Fo sho."
"hey, at least you gettin' paid for it"
"at least"

Spliffy, after throwing up his dinner, heads out for a stoge.

"He man. I gots to bounce, man. Got work tomorrow." says Bleezie, "feel better."
"Thanks man. See you tomorrow with that 20."
"peace"
"peace"

Spliffy finishes his cigarette and heads inside. after watching late-night tv for an hour, he drifts off to sleep.

The End

 

Cool story. You should make a comic strip type thing and have a wekly or monthly comic on GC.

 

maybe. i don't even got a scanner or photoshop