Ezekiel 25:17
Veteran
fukk it ima tell my lil bullshyt.
2 a.m. 55 south on my way to New Orleans.
I stopped at a truck stop and grabbed a chicken burrito.
I hop in my truck and get halfway into my burrito when the bubblin started.
I swear it felt like I had three baby elephants harlem shakin in my stomach, breh.
"Naw. Not in the truck, mayne."
I tried told hold it. I think I made it 2 or 3 miles before i hit an exit. Shut the truck off and struggled up the hill towards the trees. Breh...I had to shyt behind a tree.
After I finished I was:
I got nothin to wipe with.
I didnt know what to do so I took of my sweatpants and used em.
Ditched the sweats and ninja'd back in the truck when ppl werent driving past.
Aint no way Im eatin truck stop food again. Got a crock pot and GF grill in the truck now.
You think those sweatpants still there? You ever drive by just to see for nostalgic memories?