That was the thread that cemented the legacy :thatsrite:It might take me awhile to reach that chapter, going out of town for the holiday weekend. Will try to give another chapter or 2 today.
That thread was not my finest hour
Cheesesteak, Eggs, Welch's Grape plus Pancakes - LilNukka Chronicles
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Chapter 2 – Part 2 (My evolving friendship in the midst of drunk dials and ratchetness)
So Saturday morning comes along and I’m expecting to see another BabyCT thread about our club outing. It never materializes, so I’m thinking good, no more drama. Makayla comes thru and we’re enjoying our weekend. Nothing out of the ordinary for us, spending most of our time smashing with breaks for food, episodes of The Wire, and maybe a walk around the mall to switch things up. We keep our convos light, not really delving into each other’s lives. I guess we were trying our best to maintain the rebound/jump off relationship we had and not go past that. It’s a pretty boring weekend until my phone starts blowing up and its (you guessed it) BabyCT.
I ignore the call cuz im not trying to have a convo w her while in the company of Makayla.
She calls again, I ignore. This time she leaves a voicemail. Sometime while Makayla was off in a store I listened to the VM. This heifer is drunk.
BabyCT: Nukka, wheerrrrrrre are youuuu? I NEED HELP! I’m drunk, I don’t know where they’re taking me! *laughter and music in the background* *voicemail ends*
So I text her and start a convo:
Nukka – “You OK? Do I need to call the police?”
BabyCT: “NO! I’m drunk and high. Im with my coworkers, can you pick me up?”
Nukka: No. I’m sorta out on a date. Your friends can take you home.
BabyCT: They drunk too! How do we get home?
Nukka: Call a cab. Catch Septa. Just dont drive drunk.
BabyCT: Spent all money on drinks. You aint on no date. I’M YOUR DATE. PICK ME UP!
Nukka: Where is your drunk ass at?
BabyCT: New Jersey? We crossed a bridge. I don’t know. Just come get me.
Makayla comes back so I put my phone on silent. It’s apparent to me BabyCT likes to put herself in dumb situations, but I can’t save her this time.
Hopefully she gets home without incident. She does cuz the next day I get another phone call cursing me out for not picking her up. After explaining to her she was damn near incoherent and couldn’t tell me where she was, she left it alone.
So its beginning of June now – Makayla and I still see each other except now she’s always spending the night. She moved back home to North/Central Jersey back home for the summer and would come to Philly maybe every other weekend. Still on our same routine. It had been maybe 3 weeks since I last saw BabyCT, but she’s been getting settled in Philly. I get texts from time to time asking about random shyt, but I’d come to expect that. We not hanging out at all, which is probably a good thing.
One day I get a random call from her:
BabyCT: Nukka, can you come by my place? I need help. I think my roommates want to jump me.
*shouting in the background* 
Nukka: Look, that’s really none of my business….
BabyCT: Just come by and help me move out. These bytches are shady. COME NOW!
......please? 
Nukka: *in my mind – Biiiiiiiiiiitch, you got me fukked up!
Why does your drama have to involve me?!?*
Nukka: *in actuality* OK, be right there.
I pull up to her spot and she’s loading her car with trash bags of her stuff.
While at the same time she’s in a screaming match with her roommates. Apparently they wont let BabyCT leave until she replaces a pot that she ruined while trying to cook, and they are willing to fight her over it. These are hood Philly chicks btw. 
Roommate 1: So you got your boyfriend to help you move? Well maybe he can pay us what you owe.
Nukka: I’m not her boyfr…
Roommate 2: Yall fukkin?
We need her to pay us for this pot that she messed up
Nukka: NO!
She just my friend. BabyCT, just pay them so we can go.
BabyCT: I don’t have any cash
and these hoes want more than a damn pot costs. 
(Sidenote - Why you never have any damn cash? Ex bf not around to drop random cash on her
)
Roommate 1: Then buy one to replace the one you fukked up? (Sidenote - How the fukk you mess up a pot anyway? Non cookin ass
)
Nukka: Aight, we’ll be back. BabyCT, lets go to Walmart real quick and come back so you can finish moving.
Roommate 2: I don’t trust her to buy the same quality shyt. WE COMING WITH YOU nikka!
AWKWARD. Of course BabyCT’s car is full of stuff, so we’re all in my car. Prior to leaving, I take some stuff out her backseat and throw it in my trunk. BabyCT goes in to get 1 last bag, so now all of BabyCT’s stuff is in our cars and we really could bounce on these chicks but whatever. We hit Walmart and come back to the house without incident. Everyone disembarks from the car, and the roommates are walking up to the house when I hear shouting:
Roommate 1: WHY IS OUR FRONT DOOR WIDE OPEN?
Roommate 2: BabyCT, you aint close the door before we left?!?
BabyCT: I was moving my shyt out, yall were arguing with me from the front steps. That’s yall fault.
(Not true, she was the last one out with a bag, but i aint no snitch)
In all their squawking about pots and pans, these chicks left their front door open in North Philly (just off Temple’s campus) in the middle of the evening. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone walked in and out with a gang of stuff cuz we were gone for an hour.
Roommate 1 *run into the house* : BETTER NOT BE NO shyt MISSING, BABYCT OR WE GONNA fukk YOU UP!
BabyCT hops in her car and peels the fukk out.
I’m sitting there confused for a second and finally get the fukk on. WTF I need to be there for!? I peel out too. She calls me half laughing half shouting about her roommates and how she hates those dusty bytches. She tells me where her new spot is, just off Drexel’s campus. Another sublet. We take her stuff into her new spot and im trying to get the fukk home. Its 10pm at this point and I got work in the morning. She’s walking me back to my car and I’m mentally taking note of all the fukk shyt she’s gotten me involved in.But its really all my fault. I’m not fukking this chick and we’re barely friends, you’re better than this Nukka. 
In my mind, I’m thinking now is a good time to say my final goodbye and make a clean break. But then she starts talking…
BabyCT: Thank you so much for your help today. I really needed to get out of there, they were some shady ass bytches. And I had my knife packed away so I wasn’t prepared to fight them.
Nukka: Look, I don’t think we should be…
BabyCT: I really appreciate it. You’re a good friend. I’ll holla.
She gives me a hug and a peck on the lips and walks away. I’m confused as fukk cuz I wasn’t expecting that.
I don’t even like this girl, I don’t think I like this girl,…..shyt, do I?
Nah, Nukka you tripping. Instead of paying you gas money or baking you a cake, she gave you a peck for your Captain Save Em Activities. Stay Ice Cold.
So I hop in my whip and head home, before I do I put my phone earpiece in and call up the homie.
Nukka: Hey BkBaby, you’ll never guess what kind of peanut butter and jelly bullshyt just happened to me…
Next: Chapter 3 – Curiosity kills the cat, TLR clique drama, Red I returns (might be multiple parts)
So Saturday morning comes along and I’m expecting to see another BabyCT thread about our club outing. It never materializes, so I’m thinking good, no more drama. Makayla comes thru and we’re enjoying our weekend. Nothing out of the ordinary for us, spending most of our time smashing with breaks for food, episodes of The Wire, and maybe a walk around the mall to switch things up. We keep our convos light, not really delving into each other’s lives. I guess we were trying our best to maintain the rebound/jump off relationship we had and not go past that. It’s a pretty boring weekend until my phone starts blowing up and its (you guessed it) BabyCT.
I ignore the call cuz im not trying to have a convo w her while in the company of Makayla.
She calls again, I ignore. This time she leaves a voicemail. Sometime while Makayla was off in a store I listened to the VM. This heifer is drunk.
BabyCT: Nukka, wheerrrrrrre are youuuu? I NEED HELP! I’m drunk, I don’t know where they’re taking me!
*laughter and music in the background* *voicemail ends*So I text her and start a convo:
Nukka – “You OK? Do I need to call the police?”
BabyCT: “NO! I’m drunk and high. Im with my coworkers, can you pick me up?”
Nukka: No. I’m sorta out on a date. Your friends can take you home.
BabyCT: They drunk too! How do we get home?
Nukka: Call a cab. Catch Septa. Just dont drive drunk.
BabyCT: Spent all money on drinks. You aint on no date. I’M YOUR DATE. PICK ME UP!
Nukka: Where is your drunk ass at?
BabyCT: New Jersey? We crossed a bridge. I don’t know. Just come get me.
Makayla comes back so I put my phone on silent. It’s apparent to me BabyCT likes to put herself in dumb situations, but I can’t save her this time.
Hopefully she gets home without incident. She does cuz the next day I get another phone call cursing me out for not picking her up. After explaining to her she was damn near incoherent and couldn’t tell me where she was, she left it alone.So its beginning of June now – Makayla and I still see each other except now she’s always spending the night. She moved back home to North/Central Jersey back home for the summer and would come to Philly maybe every other weekend. Still on our same routine. It had been maybe 3 weeks since I last saw BabyCT, but she’s been getting settled in Philly. I get texts from time to time asking about random shyt, but I’d come to expect that. We not hanging out at all, which is probably a good thing.
One day I get a random call from her:
BabyCT: Nukka, can you come by my place? I need help. I think my roommates want to jump me.
*shouting in the background* Nukka: Look, that’s really none of my business….
BabyCT: Just come by and help me move out. These bytches are shady. COME NOW!
......please? Nukka: *in my mind – Biiiiiiiiiiitch, you got me fukked up!
Why does your drama have to involve me?!?*Nukka: *in actuality* OK, be right there.
I pull up to her spot and she’s loading her car with trash bags of her stuff.
While at the same time she’s in a screaming match with her roommates. Apparently they wont let BabyCT leave until she replaces a pot that she ruined while trying to cook, and they are willing to fight her over it. These are hood Philly chicks btw. Roommate 1: So you got your boyfriend to help you move? Well maybe he can pay us what you owe.
Nukka: I’m not her boyfr…
Roommate 2: Yall fukkin?
We need her to pay us for this pot that she messed upNukka: NO!
She just my friend. BabyCT, just pay them so we can go.BabyCT: I don’t have any cash
and these hoes want more than a damn pot costs. (Sidenote - Why you never have any damn cash? Ex bf not around to drop random cash on her)Roommate 1: Then buy one to replace the one you fukked up? (Sidenote - How the fukk you mess up a pot anyway? Non cookin ass
)Nukka: Aight, we’ll be back. BabyCT, lets go to Walmart real quick and come back so you can finish moving.
Roommate 2: I don’t trust her to buy the same quality shyt. WE COMING WITH YOU nikka!
AWKWARD. Of course BabyCT’s car is full of stuff, so we’re all in my car. Prior to leaving, I take some stuff out her backseat and throw it in my trunk. BabyCT goes in to get 1 last bag, so now all of BabyCT’s stuff is in our cars and we really could bounce on these chicks but whatever. We hit Walmart and come back to the house without incident. Everyone disembarks from the car, and the roommates are walking up to the house when I hear shouting:
Roommate 1: WHY IS OUR FRONT DOOR WIDE OPEN?
Roommate 2: BabyCT, you aint close the door before we left?!?
BabyCT: I was moving my shyt out, yall were arguing with me from the front steps. That’s yall fault.
(Not true, she was the last one out with a bag, but i aint no snitch)In all their squawking about pots and pans, these chicks left their front door open in North Philly (just off Temple’s campus) in the middle of the evening. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone walked in and out with a gang of stuff cuz we were gone for an hour.
Roommate 1 *run into the house* : BETTER NOT BE NO shyt MISSING, BABYCT OR WE GONNA fukk YOU UP!
BabyCT hops in her car and peels the fukk out.
I’m sitting there confused for a second and finally get the fukk on. WTF I need to be there for!? I peel out too. She calls me half laughing half shouting about her roommates and how she hates those dusty bytches. She tells me where her new spot is, just off Drexel’s campus. Another sublet. We take her stuff into her new spot and im trying to get the fukk home. Its 10pm at this point and I got work in the morning. She’s walking me back to my car and I’m mentally taking note of all the fukk shyt she’s gotten me involved in.
But its really all my fault. I’m not fukking this chick and we’re barely friends, you’re better than this Nukka. In my mind, I’m thinking now is a good time to say my final goodbye and make a clean break. But then she starts talking…BabyCT: Thank you so much for your help today. I really needed to get out of there, they were some shady ass bytches. And I had my knife packed away so I wasn’t prepared to fight them.
Nukka: Look, I don’t think we should be…
BabyCT: I really appreciate it. You’re a good friend. I’ll holla.
She gives me a hug and a peck on the lips and walks away. I’m confused as fukk cuz I wasn’t expecting that.
I don’t even like this girl, I don’t think I like this girl,…..shyt, do I?
Nah, Nukka you tripping. Instead of paying you gas money or baking you a cake, she gave you a peck for your Captain Save Em Activities. Stay Ice Cold.So I hop in my whip and head home, before I do I put my phone earpiece in and call up the homie.
Nukka: Hey BkBaby, you’ll never guess what kind of peanut butter and jelly bullshyt just happened to me…
Next: Chapter 3 – Curiosity kills the cat, TLR clique drama, Red I returns (might be multiple parts)
General Mills
More often than not I tend to take that L.
I lurkedfor two whole years before i eventually joined.
Savages on that board!
Man I use to share my email, post pics, share my myspace with people in general. I use to be trusting thinking I could hang out with people and not be slandered loI I can only imagine
Reading some of the old exposures before a got here and people calling them tame
Then the hackers :Lawdie:
Trajan
Veteran
We get in the car and it’s the most awkward car ride ever. She’s thanking me for being understanding and shyt, I’m just saying ok, yeah. I’m in savage mode at this point, so what do I do?I call Makayla!
with Moesha sitting next to me.
Nukka: Hey, whats up? I just had some plans fall thru *looks at Moesha*and I’m available to kick it. I’m actually in Jersey too. Text me your address. *hangs up*
Moesha: Damn, like that?
Me: Yeah, well.You’ll get over it. Is this your exit?
.
General Mills
More often than not I tend to take that L.
Sohh was truly the Wild Wild West. Everyday there were exposuals and cats catching that ether!Man I use to share my email, post pics, share my myspace with people in general. I use to be trusting thinking I could hang out with people and not be slandered loI can only imagine
Reading some of the old exposures before a got here and people calling them tame
I would lurk on some
shyt. Like looking in a window of a butcher house... you see the mayhem but want no part of it.
If i would have just jumped in to the fukkery unawares i would have been eaten up
with the quickness.Some truly quick witted heartless cats on Sohh.
filial_piety
Banned
I remember the OP from SOHH, and the Nas forum back then mainly because of the Lakers emblem plus the UPENN rep
I lurked the Nas forum but don't think I ever posted
filial_piety
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I might be mistaken, I use to be on both forums but I just remember the lakers insignia and that poster being from PENN