VirtualLarry
No Lifer
You're not going to believe this but.. one of my dumb-ass (well, comparatively speaking) computer-geek friends here at school, he asked me if he could get some computers shipped here to my address. I mean, like, WTF, I need my space for my boomin' ghetto-blaster/disco setup here in the dorm room. No room for mixin' with the ladies, with the dorm filled with geek-crap, if you know what I mean.
So I told his sorry a**, that I'd accept them for delivery for him, but that he'd have to pick them up right away, cause I don't need computer boxes cramping my style in this pimpin' dorm crip I got, ya' hear? And if he didn't, I threatened that I'd just leave them outside. That should get him up and motivated.
But get this, this sorry sap couldn't manager to bum a ride off of any of his sorry-ass geek friends; they all were glued to some "world 'o wank-craft" game all weekend. Bah. Pale losers, all of them. In my case, I had some "lay-deez" (if yo' know what I mean.. 🙂 ) comin' over later to my pad, so I had to ditch those geek-parts quick, and stock up on the alcohol. So I traded those boxes to my pal "Tony" who lives downstairs, and he hooked me up with some "good stuff" for this weekend. (Can I get a "hell yeah"?!!! YEah!) So I'm tight right now, and just chillin', waiting for the ladies. And if that geek wanker on ATOT is readin' this, it's yo' own fault, chump, go talk to Tony if you want your stuff.
Peace, I'm outta here.
So I told his sorry a**, that I'd accept them for delivery for him, but that he'd have to pick them up right away, cause I don't need computer boxes cramping my style in this pimpin' dorm crip I got, ya' hear? And if he didn't, I threatened that I'd just leave them outside. That should get him up and motivated.
But get this, this sorry sap couldn't manager to bum a ride off of any of his sorry-ass geek friends; they all were glued to some "world 'o wank-craft" game all weekend. Bah. Pale losers, all of them. In my case, I had some "lay-deez" (if yo' know what I mean.. 🙂 ) comin' over later to my pad, so I had to ditch those geek-parts quick, and stock up on the alcohol. So I traded those boxes to my pal "Tony" who lives downstairs, and he hooked me up with some "good stuff" for this weekend. (Can I get a "hell yeah"?!!! YEah!) So I'm tight right now, and just chillin', waiting for the ladies. And if that geek wanker on ATOT is readin' this, it's yo' own fault, chump, go talk to Tony if you want your stuff.
Peace, I'm outta here.