found 20$ yesterday, had a bad day at work. what did i do?
well, soon as i walked in the restauraunt i found two 10's just laying there by the door and rule #1 is to always snatch it up first and NEVER ask questions later, finder's keeper's for my broke ass will always be my motto.
i worked with these two dumb bitches that day who really pissed me off. L is 30 but suffers from typical 'bitch' syndrome when she doesn't have things go her way everday like she's a damn customer in burger king.
M has bi-polar disorder, is a butchy lesbo, a mother who gave up her kid to adoption and has been gettin into the habit of breaking up arguements i have with L, and likes top threaten me physically.
man, when was the last time i fought a girl? 12 years ago? sheeit, i never hesitated to fight back cuz if i ever got my ass beat by a girl then my pride would be decimated.
anyways, i told these cunts off in true rude boy style letting L know that if i wanna make and eat my sandwich when it's slow then she has no right, much less the authority to tell me otherwise. if it ain't one thing it's another with this broad.
i told M how fuckin weak and petty it is to break up an arguement while allying herself against me everytime. i told that ugly dyke wasup. if she wants to step, she'll get punched in the tit cuz at that point i've done all the wordsmithing and reparte i could muster and maintain. i'm like the hulk- u won't like me when i'm angry...
i know what all this is about though- tulare is a fuckin ghetto. tulare has mad tweakers and crackheads. i work with ppl who've been hardcore druggies (prolly still r from what i gather) and they don't know how to regulate their emotions. also, they're dumber than rocks of coke and crank.
when i got off work it was 930pm. i had to walk the 3 miles or so home. i stopped at a gas station and saw the oh so fabled carlo rossi rhine fine california table wine (which lives up to it's label) and i bought a jug along with some munchies.
i got home and poured it over ice cuz that's what B-LEGIT from da click said to do. he also said it goes good with some dank. so i complied while listening to the carlos rossi tune.
the wine is smooth like buttah, the bud enhanced. shit, time to go, ez.
i worked with these two dumb bitches that day who really pissed me off. L is 30 but suffers from typical 'bitch' syndrome when she doesn't have things go her way everday like she's a damn customer in burger king.
M has bi-polar disorder, is a butchy lesbo, a mother who gave up her kid to adoption and has been gettin into the habit of breaking up arguements i have with L, and likes top threaten me physically.
man, when was the last time i fought a girl? 12 years ago? sheeit, i never hesitated to fight back cuz if i ever got my ass beat by a girl then my pride would be decimated.
anyways, i told these cunts off in true rude boy style letting L know that if i wanna make and eat my sandwich when it's slow then she has no right, much less the authority to tell me otherwise. if it ain't one thing it's another with this broad.
i told M how fuckin weak and petty it is to break up an arguement while allying herself against me everytime. i told that ugly dyke wasup. if she wants to step, she'll get punched in the tit cuz at that point i've done all the wordsmithing and reparte i could muster and maintain. i'm like the hulk- u won't like me when i'm angry...
i know what all this is about though- tulare is a fuckin ghetto. tulare has mad tweakers and crackheads. i work with ppl who've been hardcore druggies (prolly still r from what i gather) and they don't know how to regulate their emotions. also, they're dumber than rocks of coke and crank.
when i got off work it was 930pm. i had to walk the 3 miles or so home. i stopped at a gas station and saw the oh so fabled carlo rossi rhine fine california table wine (which lives up to it's label) and i bought a jug along with some munchies.
i got home and poured it over ice cuz that's what B-LEGIT from da click said to do. he also said it goes good with some dank. so i complied while listening to the carlos rossi tune.
the wine is smooth like buttah, the bud enhanced. shit, time to go, ez.