yo, las vegas neighborhoods are absolutely crazy. even the bugs are about that life. i was walking down the street and i saw a cockraoch on his hind legs, posted up. turns out he was pushing man. i was like “hey wussup? what it do?” he said “i got that work, breh. you looking for, huh? raid? got that fly paper on deck, my nikka. take a hit of this ‘off’ right here. free sample, bruh bruh”. i was like wtf?!!! it was piff tho.
so i inquire more about his hustle and it turns out that this nikka got friends that were pest pushers as well. he said his partner in crime was a mouse. i axed where he was at. he said “dafuq you think nikka? he’s in the trap!”. it turns out he was a real factor out here. they was selling bug p*ssy out of the roach motel. i’m not gonna lie. i took a walk with him to see what the goods looked like. he did not disappoint. you should have seen the thorax on some of these hoes. i would have taken advantage but some of these chicks looked a little dangerous. i wasn't about to fukk with no black widows, broz.
work in progress. just a random thing i started a couple of hours ago so i left out smileys. what y'all think?
true, people always say "im gonna take jokes and stories from the coli and turn it into a stand up act" and its like yeah please try that and see how horribly you fail.
