OP give it whatever prompts it requires to have a breh seated ringside at a particular pro wrestling program, face buried in one hand looking very regretful, the other hand holding a cellphone with the screen visible (shyt gotta be deadpan slack in his lap)displaying an "im late..." text.
Here's how it went. I slept the night at my homies house, and he has a foldout couch I was on.It tilted back and I slid inside the couch. The bed then went back to normal.He doesn't have his phone with him so I can't text him to come save me. I'm embarrassed and mad at the same damn time. Also...
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