Knock_Twice
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bigb86;8157760 said:
Yea that bih was long...Lol..
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Yea that bih was long...Lol..
Knock_Twice
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Mastery;8157707 said:
Man that shit is long folk..
It was a helluva night lmao
AZTG;8158609 said:gns;8157673 said:AZTG;8157653 said:
I've.........
No comment, y'all carry on.
@gns, you know the deal bruh, gotta tell the story now.
I wasn't gonna say shit except for the fact this same chick just fucking called me randomly bruh, as soon as I hung up I saw this notification.
Anyway it ain't a long drawn out story. .......i hope
Met this chick in Jacksonville(duuuuuuuvaaaalllll) years ago.
A random fat ass bish in the club. I bagged mad #'s that night but I was still trying to take something home and this bish fit the bill.
We dancing, ole girl is tipsy, I get to grabbing......she get to grabbing, in my head I'm like bet it up this ish is a done deal.
WRONG.
Her sister and friends came with her and cock blocked me to bolivia.
Anyway fast forward I had mad #'s and I just kept calling hoes till I got up in another bitches spot that night.
This became a recurring theme. Every time I went to c one of the bishes whose number I got that night I'd set up a later time with another just in case one didn't give up the draws.
Ole girl with the fat ass time finally came around where I set up a meet and greet with her early in the evening and had a backup later in the night just in case.
Nothing came of it, met her at her spot, she just had a kid and wasn't really tryna be fast. I flirted played grab ass her sister came in play fighting almost thought a porno 3 some might pop off.
Nothing happened I take my ass on to my backups house.
Couple weeks later I finally smashed she became addicted and joined the
Now this I guess is how my story applies to @micmacmar3of3m
I did my regular biz with shorty
invite her to the spot early in the evening and had another bitch on call for later.
She came through but she couldn't get a babysitter.......this bish has a friggin infant and brought the baby with her and convinced my young dumbass horny toad self that the baby wouldn't be a problem.
So i smashed ole girl I'm getting to rap shit up and go meet the other one but I answered the phone and shawty overhears me plotting with the other chick.
Now she doesn't wanna leave.
See the reason y I'm not a scumbag like y'all is because y'all be one and done-ing chick's I fuck a bitch as much as I can b4 she learns I ain't shit.
She busses it open again and sez she wants more. I'm like whatever I could get one more in b4 I gotta meet ole girl later.
So I'm beating again and ole girls baby starts crying. She stops to quiet the kid and my phone rings again.
I'm talking to the other bish and old girl jumps back on my dick.
I'm like, tf?
Oooooooh, that's what's going on.
Now this chick's puss is on point, she's creaming like she works for an ice cream company. There's white everywhere between us......but I need to fucking go and every time I try to get her to go no matter how exhausted she is she finds another position and tells me to fuck whilst talking shit about "that bitch" on my phone.
Her baby starts crying and I actually am rocking the baby to sleep in her baby car seat thingie while fucking the kids mother while my phone is ringing off the hook cause I'm late to meet the other bitch (which I never got to c that night)
I looked in the mirror while all this shit was going on- the mother moaning, the baby crying, me trying to get her to stop balling while trying to murder her mother's back- and realized, whoever was this kids father is losing right now and that I ain't gonna be having kids for awhile...cause this is fucked up.
Anyway skip to today this bish regularly sends me nudes and tries to come through from down south to up north anytime she can.
I guess she gotta new man that ain't trying to play the dumb shit cause she calls me and told me : I CAN'T TALK TO U NO MORE.
I'm looking at my phone like
Like I done fucked this bitch through the best of times and the worst times with her knowing her place.
She still tryna make that trek next month., and I'm done.
kingofkingz
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Hahahaha nigga!! U aint shit
CashmoneyDux
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lmao idk if i can share mine
gns;8159037 said:AZTG;8158609 said:gns;8157673 said:AZTG;8157653 said:
I've.........
No comment, y'all carry on.
@gns, you know the deal bruh, gotta tell the story now.
I wasn't gonna say shit except for the fact this same chick just fucking called me randomly bruh, as soon as I hung up I saw this notification.
Anyway it ain't a long drawn out story. .......i hope
Met this chick in Jacksonville(duuuuuuuvaaaalllll) years ago.
A random fat ass bish in the club. I bagged mad #'s that night but I was still trying to take something home and this bish fit the bill.
We dancing, ole girl is tipsy, I get to grabbing......she get to grabbing, in my head I'm like bet it up this ish is a done deal.
WRONG.
Her sister and friends came with her and cock blocked me to bolivia.
Anyway fast forward I had mad #'s and I just kept calling hoes till I got up in another bitches spot that night.
This became a recurring theme. Every time I went to c one of the bishes whose number I got that night I'd set up a later time with another just in case one didn't give up the draws.
Ole girl with the fat ass time finally came around where I set up a meet and greet with her early in the evening and had a backup later in the night just in case.
Nothing came of it, met her at her spot, she just had a kid and wasn't really tryna be fast. I flirted played grab ass her sister came in play fighting almost thought a porno 3 some might pop off.
Nothing happened I take my ass on to my backups house.
Couple weeks later I finally smashed she became addicted and joined theteamfranchise.
Now this I guess is how my story applies to @micmacmar3of3m
I did my regular biz with shorty
invite her to the spot early in the evening and had another bitch on call for later.
She came through but she couldn't get a babysitter.......this bish has a friggin infant and brought the baby with her and convinced my young dumbass horny toad self that the baby wouldn't be a problem.
So i smashed ole girl I'm getting to rap shit up and go meet the other one but I answered the phone and shawty overhears me plotting with the other chick.
Now she doesn't wanna leave.
See the reason y I'm not a scumbag like y'all is because y'all be one and done-ing chick's I fuck a bitch as much as I can b4 she learns I ain't shit.
She busses it open again and sez she wants more. I'm like whatever I could get one more in b4 I gotta meet ole girl later.
So I'm beating again and ole girls baby starts crying. She stops to quiet the kid and my phone rings again.
I'm talking to the other bish and old girl jumps back on my dick.
I'm like, tf?
Oooooooh, that's what's going on.
Now this chick's puss is on point, she's creaming like she works for an ice cream company. There's white everywhere between us......but I need to fucking go and every time I try to get her to go no matter how exhausted she is she finds another position and tells me to fuck whilst talking shit about "that bitch" on my phone.
Her baby starts crying and I actually am rocking the baby to sleep in her baby car seat thingie while fucking the kids mother while my phone is ringing off the hook cause I'm late to meet the other bitch (which I never got to c that night)
I looked in the mirror while all this shit was going on- the mother moaning, the baby crying, me trying to get her to stop balling while trying to murder her mother's back- and realized, whoever was this kids father is losing right now and that I ain't gonna be having kids for awhile...cause this is fucked up.
Anyway skip to today this bish regularly sends me nudes and tries to come through from down south to up north anytime she can.
I guess she gotta new man that ain't trying to play the dumb shit cause she calls me and told me : I CAN'T TALK TO U NO MORE.
I'm looking at my phone like
Like I done fucked this bitch through the best of times and the worst times with her knowing her place.
She still tryna make that trek next month., and I'm done.
You aint cross no lines. You played that shit perfectly
geechee slim
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I like this mixture of L's and W's. Some of this is movie-worthy.
I wasnt expecting to see a Dead Body that day, but because of her, i did. (So i Scumbagged that bi$h)
I met this chick on the phone and (oh no, here's another one where the L's pile up) she was 10 years younger than me. I was 28. I talked to her and we agreed to meet in person the next day. I pick her up and she asked me if I wanted to meet her mom since i lived close by where her mom worked. I said "cool. i dont mind."
Now u can gimme back that L. She didnt live with her mom, she had her own spot, and she did say they were trying to patch things up, when we were talking on the phone. So when she told me to take a right into this driveway, it was straight into a funeral home. I aint trip tho but i did think about seeing a dead body, but how could i if her mom worked in the office?
See, at that time, i had only seen 3 dead bodies because i've only been to 3 funerals in my life. I just knew i wasnt gonna see a dead body because i even asked her while getting out the car, "yo moms dont prepare the bodies do she?" she said "nawl, my mom work in the office." cool.
So we walked up to the funeral home door. Ring the buzzer. Mom open da doe. They hug and moms like "yall come on in!" We walk up the stairs. there is a long hallway. we dont walk down it. the office is the first door on the right. they walk in first and i follow behind. And there she was..... Old mother Jefferson, in all her glory, laying in a coffin, IN THIS LADY'S MUTHAFUCKIN OFFICE!!!!!
I bullshit you not. In the office, with the desk, computer, cabinets, pictures on the wall, AND A CASKET. OPEN. OLD BLACK LADY LAYING THERE CHILLIN WIT HER HANDS FOLDED ON HER BELLY WIT HER BLUE DRESS ON!
They're talking and im standing there next to the casket trying not to look. but i keep glancing in. And the females acting like they dont even notice. well they dont. it IS a funeral home. BUT WE JUST IN THE OFFICE AND...
So we leave and she thanks me then ask me if i could get her something to eat. I got her mcdonalds. I didnt get nothing. couldnt eat. i was shook. i was pissed off. the only dead bodies i suppose to see are of people i know. i was winning. lucky that i didnt have to see stuff like that all the time. and this girl ruined it. I still think about it til this day.
we get to my place. she eat. we watch movies. we screw. she blows me. spends the night. i take her home when we wake up in the morn.
I say in a jokin fashion " hey yo, dont be gettin none of my stuff and then dont call me no more." She laughed and said "dont u be doin that either! I hate that!!!"
I did that.
I met this chick on the phone and (oh no, here's another one where the L's pile up) she was 10 years younger than me. I was 28. I talked to her and we agreed to meet in person the next day. I pick her up and she asked me if I wanted to meet her mom since i lived close by where her mom worked. I said "cool. i dont mind."
Now u can gimme back that L. She didnt live with her mom, she had her own spot, and she did say they were trying to patch things up, when we were talking on the phone. So when she told me to take a right into this driveway, it was straight into a funeral home. I aint trip tho but i did think about seeing a dead body, but how could i if her mom worked in the office?
See, at that time, i had only seen 3 dead bodies because i've only been to 3 funerals in my life. I just knew i wasnt gonna see a dead body because i even asked her while getting out the car, "yo moms dont prepare the bodies do she?" she said "nawl, my mom work in the office." cool.
So we walked up to the funeral home door. Ring the buzzer. Mom open da doe. They hug and moms like "yall come on in!" We walk up the stairs. there is a long hallway. we dont walk down it. the office is the first door on the right. they walk in first and i follow behind. And there she was..... Old mother Jefferson, in all her glory, laying in a coffin, IN THIS LADY'S MUTHAFUCKIN OFFICE!!!!!
I bullshit you not. In the office, with the desk, computer, cabinets, pictures on the wall, AND A CASKET. OPEN. OLD BLACK LADY LAYING THERE CHILLIN WIT HER HANDS FOLDED ON HER BELLY WIT HER BLUE DRESS ON!
They're talking and im standing there next to the casket trying not to look. but i keep glancing in. And the females acting like they dont even notice. well they dont. it IS a funeral home. BUT WE JUST IN THE OFFICE AND...
So we leave and she thanks me then ask me if i could get her something to eat. I got her mcdonalds. I didnt get nothing. couldnt eat. i was shook. i was pissed off. the only dead bodies i suppose to see are of people i know. i was winning. lucky that i didnt have to see stuff like that all the time. and this girl ruined it. I still think about it til this day.
we get to my place. she eat. we watch movies. we screw. she blows me. spends the night. i take her home when we wake up in the morn.
I say in a jokin fashion " hey yo, dont be gettin none of my stuff and then dont call me no more." She laughed and said "dont u be doin that either! I hate that!!!"
I did that.
Don't really feel like posting a full on scumbag story but tha last few posts reminded me of a time I fucked a chick in her living room...on a single mattress I drug from upstairs...wit her 4 month old baby on tha same mattress, restless sleeping, tossing and turning...she had a bullet/rabbit/toy thing she let me dn near run tha batteriesbout on her ass...I honestly can't even remember WHY that whole situation went down...I just remember it was my birthday night...I was dumb fucked up, high and drunk...in a little town about 20 mins away from my crib and tha chick was a new temp that just starting working on my line...knew her about a week...remember her saying she thought my "NY accent" was sexy...and I remember my baby mother (who worked at tha job too) walking by and me telling Ole girl "that's my baby mom's coming up" tha chick said "I don't care, I dont know her!!" and that being tha point I knew I was gonna fuck her...I also remember her bragging about being a "natural chick" i.e unshaved and tha pussy being so hairy it looked like she had on black wool panties...I also immediately called tha temp agency and had her assignment ended because iI just knew she was gonna drop dime to my baby moms about me fuckin' her and I damn sure wasn't going thru that dumb shit...now that I think back on that shit it was a crazy ass situation amd turned out to be pretty fucking scumbag worthy lmao
Snatch Some Collars
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you niggas really be rockin babies to sleep and fuckin at the same damn time?
geechee slim
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This is the ultimate letter L. And it's a long one. if you have a text-to-speech program, use it now.
Back in 2005, my mother bought a brand new Nissan Altima. it was dark blue, 2.5 with hubcaps. But the selling point was this thing was brand spanking new. My mom went out of town for a weekend and I just coincidentally popped up at moms house with my refund check from college. So here I am with a brand new car, and about $800 cash in my pocket.
I'm riding around in the hood hood hood part of North Charleston. Let me give you a Google Maps screenshot of how trifling this place is.
^^^ notice the unattended child. Anyway
I pull up to the Habibi store and there's two women talking in the only available parking space. I signal my hand and even smile, they smile back and move out the way. remind you, I'm in a brand new car with a nice knot in my pocket so my swag is on a hundred billion fafillion.
I get back from the store and one of the girls, the sexy one, says "hey nice car. where you headed?"
we get to talking and I tell her I'm trying to get some weed. She says she has a venue as long as I can blow one with her. Luckily I already had a blunt in the stash, & I blew one with her on the way to the "venue." we get to her house, listen to some music, I blew her a shotgun, she kisses me and then we fuck.
I put on my belt and say, "but hold on! What about the herb?" She says "how much you trying to get? I can get you an 8th for 60, I can get you an O for a hundred..."
Like an idiot with crispy hundred dollar bills in my pocket, I said let me get the O. She asks me if I like to 'party.' I say no because it probably ment the chokechain.
Suddenly, her friend from the corner store appears out of nowhere. she gives her a look like let's roll, and I somehow ended up back in my car with these two bitches and we go up the street.
The friend returns from some Trap House and she is empty handed. I look towards her in the backseat and I say "you got the herb?" She says "what herb?" Shorty in the front seat is like, "no that's not the mission she on. Don't worry about that. She came here on another mission."
.... I'm thinking, what the fuck did we come here for? shorty says stop at the corner store. They going the store and I'm thinking about dipping on this bitch. But I can't cuz one of them got a hundred dollars of mine in her pocket!
They come out of the store and overlook some old lady in a long red dress. This bitch look like a real life twizzler, or one long string of beef jerky. shorty looks at the old bitch and says, "hey you straight?" I'm looking at them and it looks like they're doing a transaction... A drug transaction! And I don't think it's marijuana!
Now, all THREE of these bitches are in my car. A putrid smell of wet diapers and death filled the new car. I didn't say anything because I swear to God I couldn't breathe. This is the first time I ever roll the windows down and hit the air conditioning at the same time. we get back to the original Trap House and the old hag disappears. I saw shorty come back in the car with some money in her hands.
Later, she's like let's go back to the second trap house that we was that. I get in there and I was honestly scared for my life. I have never been in a trap house before, not like this one. savages. Cutthroat. there was nothing in this house except for a couch.
... and niggas.
Me and Shorty go in the back, back back, back back back room. On the walk there I'm thinking I'm going to get popped buy one of these niggas. we actually end up having sex again, but this time she seemed like a demon possessed her. No lie, I think this bitch snorted a line before she jumped my bones. Plus this ain't the Hilton. we fucked on a mattress, no head board. no sheets. In a room with no posters and the window is covered by towels.
We leave the back back back room and get into the living room. The most menacing nigga in the trap looks at me and says, " Is this yours?" He's got a small bag of a white substance. I look at him and say, "Oh, Hell no!" Shorty grabs it out of his hand and says, "no that's not his mission. That's my mission right there."
Mission?
In my mind I'm thinking, yo I need a ounce of something right fucking now. but logically, I'm in a drug house surrounded by niggas who do not know me. She looks to me and says, "the Weed Man is going to come around in about 2 hours from now. come back around at 8." Fuck dat. I say, "why don't I just chill here till he comes."
$20,000 car
$700 cash
0 grams of marijuana
Finally, somebody lights up a blunt and I am in position for rotation. I reach for the blunt and one of these niggas says, "you know what that is?" I pass that shit to the next man so quick. then I said "is that, boont?" (crack laced weed) these niggas is gone off that white! now I have to balance out if this 100 dollars is worth me risking life and freedom.
Its way past 8 o'clock now, but short says, "you ready to get this weed? I have to drive though, because this area is fucked up in there trust me if I'm driving." any logical nigga would have said no! my dumbass let's this bitch drive my mother's brand new car.
All of a sudden, she's less and less sexy and more and more thug-like. Damn near Dyke status. If I'm lying I'm flying, this bitch did two more drug "missions" between North Charleston and downtown.
It's raining and she is driving erratically. she almost vears off in the left lane so I grab the steering wheel and jerk her back to the right. Don't you know this bitch pulled over, parked, and punched me in my arm twice.
"you know who you fuckin wit, nigga? Don't do that shit to me! I can drive!"
I'm praying to the Lord please let this night be over. I don't even want the hundred dollars anymore. I just want to go home, to my family.
She pulls over to a gas station because I'm finally on E. "Hey, can you put some gas in this tank?" I say, where's that hundred dollars? "oh, that's gone. Lol."
Now my plan is to get her to go in the store and pay for the gas. I'll just smash out and leave this dyke here. Wrong! She instructs me to pay while she pumps. Now I've had women run scams on me, and even robbed me. I've never been kidnapped by a bitch.
I sit in the passenger seat and she sits down awkward as fuck. She pulls out a brandished pistol covered in a white bath cloth. "What you know about dis life, nigga?"
Oh shit, this bitch got a gun...
... and I donno NOTHING about this life.
Now we're in downtown headed to get the "weed" so to speak. It's fucking 11:45 at night. she's driving down this street that she thought was a two-lane, but it was actually a one lane. A white truck in front of us was making a right turn, but this knucklehead gets to the right of that white truck trying to pass it. all I remember hearing is,
"Oh shit!"
SKERRR--BAM!!!!
We hit a new Chevy Tahoe FULL of white people. I swear to god this bitch took off like Gabby Douglas... from MY side!
I called for a tow truck and then later discovered every single dollar that was in my wallet magically disappeared.
Back in 2005, my mother bought a brand new Nissan Altima. it was dark blue, 2.5 with hubcaps. But the selling point was this thing was brand spanking new. My mom went out of town for a weekend and I just coincidentally popped up at moms house with my refund check from college. So here I am with a brand new car, and about $800 cash in my pocket.
I'm riding around in the hood hood hood part of North Charleston. Let me give you a Google Maps screenshot of how trifling this place is.
^^^ notice the unattended child. Anyway
I pull up to the Habibi store and there's two women talking in the only available parking space. I signal my hand and even smile, they smile back and move out the way. remind you, I'm in a brand new car with a nice knot in my pocket so my swag is on a hundred billion fafillion.
I get back from the store and one of the girls, the sexy one, says "hey nice car. where you headed?"
we get to talking and I tell her I'm trying to get some weed. She says she has a venue as long as I can blow one with her. Luckily I already had a blunt in the stash, & I blew one with her on the way to the "venue." we get to her house, listen to some music, I blew her a shotgun, she kisses me and then we fuck.
I put on my belt and say, "but hold on! What about the herb?" She says "how much you trying to get? I can get you an 8th for 60, I can get you an O for a hundred..."
Like an idiot with crispy hundred dollar bills in my pocket, I said let me get the O. She asks me if I like to 'party.' I say no because it probably ment the chokechain.
Suddenly, her friend from the corner store appears out of nowhere. she gives her a look like let's roll, and I somehow ended up back in my car with these two bitches and we go up the street.
The friend returns from some Trap House and she is empty handed. I look towards her in the backseat and I say "you got the herb?" She says "what herb?" Shorty in the front seat is like, "no that's not the mission she on. Don't worry about that. She came here on another mission."
.... I'm thinking, what the fuck did we come here for? shorty says stop at the corner store. They going the store and I'm thinking about dipping on this bitch. But I can't cuz one of them got a hundred dollars of mine in her pocket!
They come out of the store and overlook some old lady in a long red dress. This bitch look like a real life twizzler, or one long string of beef jerky. shorty looks at the old bitch and says, "hey you straight?" I'm looking at them and it looks like they're doing a transaction... A drug transaction! And I don't think it's marijuana!
Now, all THREE of these bitches are in my car. A putrid smell of wet diapers and death filled the new car. I didn't say anything because I swear to God I couldn't breathe. This is the first time I ever roll the windows down and hit the air conditioning at the same time. we get back to the original Trap House and the old hag disappears. I saw shorty come back in the car with some money in her hands.
Later, she's like let's go back to the second trap house that we was that. I get in there and I was honestly scared for my life. I have never been in a trap house before, not like this one. savages. Cutthroat. there was nothing in this house except for a couch.
... and niggas.
Me and Shorty go in the back, back back, back back back room. On the walk there I'm thinking I'm going to get popped buy one of these niggas. we actually end up having sex again, but this time she seemed like a demon possessed her. No lie, I think this bitch snorted a line before she jumped my bones. Plus this ain't the Hilton. we fucked on a mattress, no head board. no sheets. In a room with no posters and the window is covered by towels.
We leave the back back back room and get into the living room. The most menacing nigga in the trap looks at me and says, " Is this yours?" He's got a small bag of a white substance. I look at him and say, "Oh, Hell no!" Shorty grabs it out of his hand and says, "no that's not his mission. That's my mission right there."
Mission?
In my mind I'm thinking, yo I need a ounce of something right fucking now. but logically, I'm in a drug house surrounded by niggas who do not know me. She looks to me and says, "the Weed Man is going to come around in about 2 hours from now. come back around at 8." Fuck dat. I say, "why don't I just chill here till he comes."
$20,000 car
$700 cash
0 grams of marijuana
Finally, somebody lights up a blunt and I am in position for rotation. I reach for the blunt and one of these niggas says, "you know what that is?" I pass that shit to the next man so quick. then I said "is that, boont?" (crack laced weed) these niggas is gone off that white! now I have to balance out if this 100 dollars is worth me risking life and freedom.
Its way past 8 o'clock now, but short says, "you ready to get this weed? I have to drive though, because this area is fucked up in there trust me if I'm driving." any logical nigga would have said no! my dumbass let's this bitch drive my mother's brand new car.
All of a sudden, she's less and less sexy and more and more thug-like. Damn near Dyke status. If I'm lying I'm flying, this bitch did two more drug "missions" between North Charleston and downtown.
It's raining and she is driving erratically. she almost vears off in the left lane so I grab the steering wheel and jerk her back to the right. Don't you know this bitch pulled over, parked, and punched me in my arm twice.
"you know who you fuckin wit, nigga? Don't do that shit to me! I can drive!"
I'm praying to the Lord please let this night be over. I don't even want the hundred dollars anymore. I just want to go home, to my family.
She pulls over to a gas station because I'm finally on E. "Hey, can you put some gas in this tank?" I say, where's that hundred dollars? "oh, that's gone. Lol."
Now my plan is to get her to go in the store and pay for the gas. I'll just smash out and leave this dyke here. Wrong! She instructs me to pay while she pumps. Now I've had women run scams on me, and even robbed me. I've never been kidnapped by a bitch.
I sit in the passenger seat and she sits down awkward as fuck. She pulls out a brandished pistol covered in a white bath cloth. "What you know about dis life, nigga?"
Oh shit, this bitch got a gun...
... and I donno NOTHING about this life.
Now we're in downtown headed to get the "weed" so to speak. It's fucking 11:45 at night. she's driving down this street that she thought was a two-lane, but it was actually a one lane. A white truck in front of us was making a right turn, but this knucklehead gets to the right of that white truck trying to pass it. all I remember hearing is,
"Oh shit!"
SKERRR--BAM!!!!
We hit a new Chevy Tahoe FULL of white people. I swear to god this bitch took off like Gabby Douglas... from MY side!
I called for a tow truck and then later discovered every single dollar that was in my wallet magically disappeared.
Snatch Some Collars
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geechee slim;8161134 said:This is the ultimate letter L. And it's a long one. if you have a text-to-speech program, use it now.
Back in 2005, my mother bought a brand new Nissan Altima. it was dark blue, 2.5 with hubcaps. But the selling point was this thing was brand spanking new. My mom went out of town for a weekend and I just coincidentally popped up at moms house with my refund check from college. So here I am with a brand new car, and about $800 cash in my pocket.
I'm riding around in the hood hood hood part of North Charleston. Let me give you a Google Maps screenshot of how trifling this place is.
^^^ notice the unattended child. Anyway
I pull up to the Habibi store and there's two women talking in the only available parking space. I signal my hand and even smile, they smile back and move out the way. remind you, I'm in a brand new car with a nice knot in my pocket so my swag is on a hundred billion fafillion.
I get back from the store and one of the girls, the sexy one, says "hey nice car. where you headed?"
we get to talking and I tell her I'm trying to get some weed. She says she has a venue as long as I can blow one with her. Luckily I already had a blunt in the stash, & I blew one with her on the way to the "venue." we get to her house, listen to some music, I blew her a shotgun, she kisses me and then we fuck.
I put on my belt and say, "but hold on! What about the herb?" She says "how much you trying to get? I can get you an 8th for 60, I can get you an O for a hundred..."
Like an idiot with crispy hundred dollar bills in my pocket, I said let me get the O. She asks me if I like to 'party.' I say no because it probably ment the chokechain.
Suddenly, her friend from the corner store appears out of nowhere. she gives her a look like let's roll, and I somehow ended up back in my car with these two bitches and we go up the street.
The friend returns from some Trap House and she is empty handed. I look towards her in the backseat and I say "you got the herb?" She says "what herb?" Shorty in the front seat is like, "no that's not the mission she on. Don't worry about that. She came here on another mission."
.... I'm thinking, what the fuck did we come here for? shorty says stop at the corner store. They going the store and I'm thinking about dipping on this bitch. But I can't cuz one of them got a hundred dollars of mine in her pocket!
They come out of the store and overlook some old lady in a long red dress. This bitch look like a real life twizzler, or one long string of beef jerky. shorty looks at the old bitch and says, "hey you straight?" I'm looking at them and it looks like they're doing a transaction... A drug transaction! And I don't think it's marijuana!
Now, all THREE of these bitches are in my car. A putrid smell of wet diapers and death filled the new car. I didn't say anything because I swear to God I couldn't breathe. This is the first time I ever roll the windows down and hit the air conditioning at the same time. we get back to the original Trap House and the old hag disappears. I saw shorty come back in the car with some money in her hands.
Later, she's like let's go back to the second trap house that we was that. I get in there and I was honestly scared for my life. I have never been in a trap house before, not like this one. savages. Cutthroat. there was nothing in this house except for a couch.
... and niggas.
Me and Shorty go in the back, back back, back back back room. On the walk there I'm thinking I'm going to get popped buy one of these niggas. we actually end up having sex again, but this time she seemed like a demon possessed her. No lie, I think this bitch snorted a line before she jumped my bones. Plus this ain't the Hilton. we fucked on a mattress, no head board. no sheets. In a room with no posters and the window is covered by towels.
We leave the back back back room and get into the living room. The most menacing nigga in the trap looks at me and says, " Is this yours?" He's got a small bag of a white substance. I look at him and say, "Oh, Hell no!" Shorty grabs it out of his hand and says, "no that's not his mission. That's my mission right there."
Mission?
In my mind I'm thinking, yo I need a ounce of something right fucking now. but logically, I'm in a drug house surrounded by niggas who do not know me. She looks to me and says, "the Weed Man is going to come around in about 2 hours from now. come back around at 8." Fuck dat. I say, "why don't I just chill here till he comes."
$20,000 car
$700 cash
0 grams of marijuana
Finally, somebody lights up a blunt and I am in position for rotation. I reach for the blunt and one of these niggas says, "you know what that is?" I pass that shit to the next man so quick. then I said "is that, boont?" (crack laced weed) these niggas is gone off that white! now I have to balance out if this 100 dollars is worth me risking life and freedom.
Its way past 8 o'clock now, but short says, "you ready to get this weed? I have to drive though, because this area is fucked up in there trust me if I'm driving." any logical nigga would have said no! my dumbass let's this bitch drive my mother's brand new car.
All of a sudden, she's less and less sexy and more and more thug-like. Damn near Dyke status. If I'm lying I'm flying, this bitch did two more drug "missions" between North Charleston and downtown.
It's raining and she is driving erratically. she almost vears off in the left lane so I grab the steering wheel and jerk her back to the right. Don't you know this bitch pulled over, parked, and punched me in my arm twice.
"you know who you fuckin wit, nigga? Don't do that shit to me! I can drive!"
I'm praying to the Lord please let this night be over. I don't even want the hundred dollars anymore. I just want to go home, to my family.
She pulls over to a gas station because I'm finally on E. "Hey, can you put some gas in this tank?" I say, where's that hundred dollars? "oh, that's gone. Lol."
Now my plan is to get her to go in the store and pay for the gas. I'll just smash out and leave this dyke here. Wrong! She instructs me to pay while she pumps. Now I've had women run scams on me, and even robbed me. I've never been kidnapped by a bitch.
I sit in the passenger seat and she sits down awkward as fuck. She pulls out a brandished pistol covered in a white bath cloth. "What you know about dis life, nigga?"
Oh shit, this bitch got a gun...
... and I donno NOTHING about this life.
Now we're in downtown headed to get the "weed" so to speak. It's fucking 11:45 at night. she's driving down this street that she thought was a two-lane, but it was actually a one lane. A white truck in front of us was making a right turn, but this knucklehead gets to the right of that white truck trying to pass it. all I remember hearing is,
"Oh shit!"
SKERRR--BAM!!!!
We hit a new Chevy Tahoe FULL of white people. I swear to god this bitch took off like Gabby Douglas... from MY side!
I called for a tow truck and then later discovered every single dollar that was in my wallet magically disappeared.
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dude fucked a crackhead multiple times in a crack house on a dirty mattress tho
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geechee slim;8161134 said:This is the ultimate letter L. And it's a long one. if you have a text-to-speech program, use it now.
Back in 2005, my mother bought a brand new Nissan Altima. it was dark blue, 2.5 with hubcaps. But the selling point was this thing was brand spanking new. My mom went out of town for a weekend and I just coincidentally popped up at moms house with my refund check from college. So here I am with a brand new car, and about $800 cash in my pocket.
I'm riding around in the hood hood hood part of North Charleston. Let me give you a Google Maps screenshot of how trifling this place is.
^^^ notice the unattended child. Anyway
I pull up to the Habibi store and there's two women talking in the only available parking space. I signal my hand and even smile, they smile back and move out the way. remind you, I'm in a brand new car with a nice knot in my pocket so my swag is on a hundred billion fafillion.
I get back from the store and one of the girls, the sexy one, says "hey nice car. where you headed?"
we get to talking and I tell her I'm trying to get some weed. She says she has a venue as long as I can blow one with her. Luckily I already had a blunt in the stash, & I blew one with her on the way to the "venue." we get to her house, listen to some music, I blew her a shotgun, she kisses me and then we fuck.
I put on my belt and say, "but hold on! What about the herb?" She says "how much you trying to get? I can get you an 8th for 60, I can get you an O for a hundred..."
Like an idiot with crispy hundred dollar bills in my pocket, I said let me get the O. She asks me if I like to 'party.' I say no because it probably ment the chokechain.
Suddenly, her friend from the corner store appears out of nowhere. she gives her a look like let's roll, and I somehow ended up back in my car with these two bitches and we go up the street.
The friend returns from some Trap House and she is empty handed. I look towards her in the backseat and I say "you got the herb?" She says "what herb?" Shorty in the front seat is like, "no that's not the mission she on. Don't worry about that. She came here on another mission."
.... I'm thinking, what the fuck did we come here for? shorty says stop at the corner store. They going the store and I'm thinking about dipping on this bitch. But I can't cuz one of them got a hundred dollars of mine in her pocket!
They come out of the store and overlook some old lady in a long red dress. This bitch look like a real life twizzler, or one long string of beef jerky. shorty looks at the old bitch and says, "hey you straight?" I'm looking at them and it looks like they're doing a transaction... A drug transaction! And I don't think it's marijuana!
Now, all THREE of these bitches are in my car. A putrid smell of wet diapers and death filled the new car. I didn't say anything because I swear to God I couldn't breathe. This is the first time I ever roll the windows down and hit the air conditioning at the same time. we get back to the original Trap House and the old hag disappears. I saw shorty come back in the car with some money in her hands.
Later, she's like let's go back to the second trap house that we was that. I get in there and I was honestly scared for my life. I have never been in a trap house before, not like this one. savages. Cutthroat. there was nothing in this house except for a couch.
... and niggas.
Me and Shorty go in the back, back back, back back back room. On the walk there I'm thinking I'm going to get popped buy one of these niggas. we actually end up having sex again, but this time she seemed like a demon possessed her. No lie, I think this bitch snorted a line before she jumped my bones. Plus this ain't the Hilton. we fucked on a mattress, no head board. no sheets. In a room with no posters and the window is covered by towels.
We leave the back back back room and get into the living room. The most menacing nigga in the trap looks at me and says, " Is this yours?" He's got a small bag of a white substance. I look at him and say, "Oh, Hell no!" Shorty grabs it out of his hand and says, "no that's not his mission. That's my mission right there."
Mission?
In my mind I'm thinking, yo I need a ounce of something right fucking now. but logically, I'm in a drug house surrounded by niggas who do not know me. She looks to me and says, "the Weed Man is going to come around in about 2 hours from now. come back around at 8." Fuck dat. I say, "why don't I just chill here till he comes."
$20,000 car
$700 cash
0 grams of marijuana
Finally, somebody lights up a blunt and I am in position for rotation. I reach for the blunt and one of these niggas says, "you know what that is?" I pass that shit to the next man so quick. then I said "is that, boont?" (crack laced weed) these niggas is gone off that white! now I have to balance out if this 100 dollars is worth me risking life and freedom.
Its way past 8 o'clock now, but short says, "you ready to get this weed? I have to drive though, because this area is fucked up in there trust me if I'm driving." any logical nigga would have said no! my dumbass let's this bitch drive my mother's brand new car.
All of a sudden, she's less and less sexy and more and more thug-like. Damn near Dyke status. If I'm lying I'm flying, this bitch did two more drug "missions" between North Charleston and downtown.
It's raining and she is driving erratically. she almost vears off in the left lane so I grab the steering wheel and jerk her back to the right. Don't you know this bitch pulled over, parked, and punched me in my arm twice.
"you know who you fuckin wit, nigga? Don't do that shit to me! I can drive!"
I'm praying to the Lord please let this night be over. I don't even want the hundred dollars anymore. I just want to go home, to my family.
She pulls over to a gas station because I'm finally on E. "Hey, can you put some gas in this tank?" I say, where's that hundred dollars? "oh, that's gone. Lol."
Now my plan is to get her to go in the store and pay for the gas. I'll just smash out and leave this dyke here. Wrong! She instructs me to pay while she pumps. Now I've had women run scams on me, and even robbed me. I've never been kidnapped by a bitch.
I sit in the passenger seat and she sits down awkward as fuck. She pulls out a brandished pistol covered in a white bath cloth. "What you know about dis life, nigga?"
Oh shit, this bitch got a gun...
... and I donno NOTHING about this life.
Now we're in downtown headed to get the "weed" so to speak. It's fucking 11:45 at night. she's driving down this street that she thought was a two-lane, but it was actually a one lane. A white truck in front of us was making a right turn, but this knucklehead gets to the right of that white truck trying to pass it. all I remember hearing is,
"Oh shit!"
SKERRR--BAM!!!!
We hit a new Chevy Tahoe FULL of white people. I swear to god this bitch took off like Gabby Douglas... from MY side!
I called for a tow truck and then later discovered every single dollar that was in my wallet magically disappeared.
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