So there I (Cliffy) am, kickin' it on the Bunny Trail strokin' my 9. When along comes my holme boy Peter.
I say, "Yo Peter. Sup ni".
Peter, "Aw, you know, just hippity along the trail G. Pickin' up the biatches, lickin' some fur."
Cliffy, "Shiiiiiiii. I'm witcha there man. Yo, check out my Sig. It's the bomb yo. I'm homing in on the sight in case I see Greenie flyin' by throwing signs."
Peter, "You wouldn't be talkin' 'bout my Cuz Greenie?"
BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!
That's right Greenie!!! Your cousin's F'in dead and YOU'RE NEXT!!!!!!!!!
1 comment:
He deserved it. Did you shoot some sweet potatoes too?
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