We literally Hurricane Katrina'd this dude in the hallway.
After he took the drop kick to the chest and we all jumped on him Bad Hairline filled up a cup with
kool-aid and dashed it in his face. We were mad as fukk brehs. We just got punked out in front of some girls and somebody had to pay the price.
We left him in the hallway leaking crazy. We prop the door back up and resume talks with the females. Everything was really strained now. The door was flopping back n forth. We could hear the boyfriend in the hallway moaning. The girls were kinda freaked out. EXCEPT for the penny. Her and Bad Hairline were getting ready to damn near fukk in the living room.
So we eventually leave . . .And I thought the saga was over.
Nope. Not by a long shot.
Part 2:
The very next day we hear from someone else on the ship that there is a big party at a high school gym that night. Now it was not a high school function. They just happened to have the party there. There was some reggae band and they served liquor n beer.
We get there and its just me and one of the homies from the night before. We walk in and all of a sudden the pretty boy homie from last night runs up to us!
Homie -
Thank gawd you guys are here!! I was so scared!!
Me -
What the hell is up nikka?
Homie -
The skinny faggit we beat up last night is here and he has some goons!
Me -
Breh. There are now three of us. Unless he the chicks uncle here we are ok..
Well. We were not ok. We step in the gym. The pretty boy homie is scared as fukk. And I soon see
why.