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Funny thing is, my part isn't made up.
His girlfriend grinned as she walked in before him, as he cast a nonchalantly condescending "Please, before you" hand gesture and she penguin-like waddled her way in my apt kicking my welcome rug over with her "I'm not getting my way bag."
I could tell homie had been up all night, no doubt had a fight, and was most likely had to do with the herbs he was bringing to me, as if I interrupted their morning anal session for my $150 bucks worth of herbs.
Nonetheless I welcomed them in and with Fonzarelli-esque Daddy-O rhthym I passed the prepacked bong his way as he fumbled for a lighter.
As hit lit the first bong he choked aloud as I walked into the bedroom to grab my cash. I turned up the stereo a notch as I passed, leaning over I poked myself in the chest with the glass corner of the entertainment conter. Grabbed my cash and headed back down the hall to the living room.
When I made it to the living room,...
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