ITZ REALLY EASY FOR ME TO BE CELIBATE WHILE LIVING IN MY PARENTS BASEMENT IN GRAYSON GEORGIA. the closest thing to pussy that I'll ever get is the the awkward boy with a lip ring who works at blockbuster and he won't even fucking look at me as I am conveniently leaning over the counter enhancing my cleavage and making references to blow jobs.
Pootalatte: tonite i watched nototrious AND resurrection of tupac. I am buggin on thug overload.
Bookcase: oh god.
Pootalatte: truth. I cant sleep cuz i think tupac is about to bust thru my door cuz im the chosen one. like mary mother of jesus or some shit.
Bookcase: wtf.
Pootalatte: exactly. but i can feel it in my bones. it's trippin me out.
Bookcase: ...i have no idea what to tell you.
Pootalatte: take another xanax and sleep with one eye open.
Bookcase: hahahahahahahahahahahaha. take two and sleep with both open.
Pootalatte: thats probably the safest bet. I dont want shit to get fuckd. im ready to be the chosen one, i just dont want him to sodomize me as my initiation.
Bookcase: wow. oh god. im both terrified and enthused.
Pootalatte: just imagine how i am feeling! i am about the change the world with some crazy prophesy/child provided to me by tupac himself. im straight buggin yo.
Bookcase: i feel you. im ready to raise it with u.
Pootalatte: thats how he would want it. two stron empowered nurturing women raising the future ruler of society. the child who will revive the the thug life codes and kill whitey.
Bookcase: hahahahahahahahahahaha. kill whitey.
Pootalatte: truth.
Bookcase: word.
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i have to say that while having this converstation i was in the middle of a strange african drum circle complete with people rubbing up against me cause "my aura was soft and fuzzy." so and the thought of t.i. busting through poota's parents basement door to get her because she is the magical chosen one was just about too much for me to take.
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