I need to find a bar in the city where I can walk in there in a suit and pretend to be more important than I am.
Too bad that isn’t a category on Yelp or Google Maps
I’ve used Tumblr user thatschnizisdeloycious's advice of looking at the pricier places on Yelp and have decided that this is going to happen at some point. Probably in the fall, when I'm not going to die from a heat stroke in a suit.
nigga you cant see me on the pancake game and you know them hoe ass niggas called me waffles in college. anyways wish mama duran a happy mothers day for me.
Son my waffle game immaculate, got that spinny rotatey waffle maker son ain’t nobody fuckin with me. And yeah they did hahaha. Fuckin’ Layne. And gotchoo. Tell Litza happy mother’s day even though she’s not actually a mom but she was basically my second mom out there ya dig
The right timing you would have been an unknown assailant but Im glad you kept your composure. Im honestly surprised it wasnt the time your attack instincts saved your life. Or eyes in this case.
Same here. I dunno. I’m still pissed about it. Like I know for a fact if he would’ve pulled an actual weapon like a knife or something I would’ve went into autopilot and he’d have been hurt, bad. Not to downplay mace because if he would’ve sprayed me then I obviously would’ve been fucked, but I guess I was surprised that this big dude (he was like 5’5” 250 or so) pulled out a little can of mace instead of a knife or something, y’know? How the hell do you look being big as shit and pulling out mace, c’mon son.
Nigga the only thing I can picture is me watching you break that bitch in half as the bing boong on the trains go off on world star hip hop
The thought crossed my mind. I’m telling you man, I was angrier in that one moment than I’ve ever been in my ENTIRE LIFE. It felt like a matter of inches, like if his hand would’ve come any closer to my face I would’ve snapped. I realize this all sounds like some after the fact thug shit but like… I dunno man. In a parallel universe that guy is severely broken, his kid is traumatized, and I’m in jail.
I need my own place. Even if (worst case scenario) it’s just me rollin solo out in some studio someplace, I need to get my own place and cement my grown man can’t tell me shit-ness. Hopefully though my brudda Waldy gets his shit right and we can ball the fuck out somewhere on some Team Double W shit and be bueno. Rollin with two Xboxes. Madness
Yo last night was wild on the Internet haha. Singing to random white chicks on Omegle, a whole Chatroulette session without seeing a single dick, talking to some random in North Carolina who was CONVINCED Waldy and I were from YouTube, and sharing the majesty of Jolly Ranchers with innocent college freshmen chicks. College graduates, passing on college ingenuity to the next incoming class. It’s providence.
I also apparently am betrothed to Waldy’s girlfriend’s friend, whom I’ve never met but apparently is perfect for me? Cool haha