get free or die tryin'.

mlk-aint-die-for-the-mc-rib:

Yeah, well this same dude, whose funk now comes and goes instead of lasting in perpetuity, walked up to me a few days ago and was like, “‘ey man, can you write down your work out routine?” I wasn’t gonna tell him no, because that would have been a dick move, and I don’t even know why he was asking me because there are plenty of other guys who work there that are pretty ripped and in way better shape than I am, but I wrote it down.

This fool looked at me and was like, “yeah, I’m trying to get a girlfriend.” 

I just nodded, “good for you, bruh.”

“I’m going to Monkey Joes.”

I stood there for a minute, because I had to remember what the fuck Monkey Joes actually was, then it came to me, “son, are you going to a kiddie store?! Like Chuckie Cheese?!”

This muhfucka, “hell yeah, man, siiiiiiingle moms.”

He was dead ass serious. Not even joking. I couldn’t handle it. He is trolling the kiddie play areas for snigle moms.

terrible.

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