uncle Crassius

See, every new years we go to sauna, me and my homies. December 31st, goddamn tradition.

- It's 25 3'rd Builder's street, #12, fourth floor buddy.
- Whatever nigga. Fourth, fifth, who gives a shit.

- Okay, fine, lets say you don't remember fucking boarding the shit. But getting off you should, asshole!
- Yeah bitch! I should...but I fucking don't...

Gee, what a boring-ass life! No shenanigans, no banging project hoes, what the fuck?

- Who's pissed Hippolite over? Seen him walking the block wet as a pussy.
- Tears, bro. Have a fucking respect.

- Saw your undies - wrong season, you moron. Plain fucking flu and boom!
- Boom what?
- Lethal, motherfucker, you dead.
- Look at your worn-ass Timbos, shithead. Your fucking grave next to mine, nigga.

There's good peeps out there...stuck me up, got me high... Wait, no. Picked me up, got my ass warm.

- Oh no, no. We're not gonna roll the dice here guessing. Lets go with simple fucking logic, ya feel me?
- Let's go together, bro.

What a piece of shit your fucking jellied fish!

@ c просторов фейсбука