“My brother is fucking crazy. He came up to me a week ago and was like, ‘Hey, Stephanie, I really need to talk to you.’
“My brother is fucking crazy. He came up to me a week ago and was like, ‘Hey Stephanie, I really need to talk to you.’ So I’m like, ‘Alright man, what’s up?’ and he started:
‘Well, I was at a bar a few nights ago and I saw this girl I went to school with. She runs up to me and jumps on me and is like, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!” and I’m like, “Uh… hey, what’s up?” A little while later her boyfriend comes up to me and tells me to stay away from his girl. I tell him, “Na homie, it ain’t like that–I ain’t interested,” but he doesn’t listen. He keeps fucking eying me and talking shit all night. I’m just sitting there drinking and he keeps fucking eying me.’
Now, my brother has anger management problems, but he’s trying to keep it cool. He tells the guy to relax, that he’s doesn’t want his girl, but the dude won’t listen. My brother’s getting pissed that he keeps looking at him and talking shit, but he decides to try to calm down by smoking a cigarette outside.
So he’s like, ‘I’m outside smoking a cigarette and he comes outside and fucking bumps into me. And I fucking lose my shit. I got him on the floor and I’m just fucking punching him in the face over and over.’
Now keep in mind that my brother is a professional body builder.
He tells me, ‘So I’m punching him and I’m punching him, and my arms are getting tired, but I’m still angry. I was like, FUCK! I didn’t know what to do so I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a pen and I just fucking stabbed him with it. Then I got up off him, but I was still angry. I didn’t know what to do so I fucking took his fitted and his wallet and spat in his face.’
I asked him, ‘Why’d you do that?’ and he just looked at me like I was stupid and said, ’cause that shit was gangsta.’
And he goes on, ‘Yeah, but now a fucking detective keeps calling me. I don’t know how he got my number… Oh, that fucking bitch must’ve given it to him!’
‘Well, you did kinda stab her boyfriend.’
‘Yeah, I guess I did.’
I asked him about the police yesterday and he’s like, ‘What? Oh yeah, I just don’t pick up.’”
Heard at the Double Down Saloon in Manhattan
Sometimes people like this avoid jail time just because of all that gangsta.
double down saloon.. ass juice is pretty gangsta
steroids is pretty gangsta
last night i overheard I guy on his phone say “He chopped down a fucking tree and it and made it fall onto him while he was pissing”
what the fuck was this “Tales of the Stupid”?
Silly wigger.
Let me guess, these kids go to York Prep
everything about this smells of shit.
wow, badass….NOT
Avoiding the Jail, Rule #1: Just don’t pick up the phone
I’m kind of a fan of swift and blinding violence.
My new fitted should be arriving shortly.
My brother did this once, cept some call kept calling me goin “he broke my sons jaw!!!” over and over.
I got rid of here by doing silly voices.
Dude….im wasted…..
Maybe I just won’t show up to my court dates and they’ll just forget all about it.
Dude took his “fitted” !!!
Boy, our society has gone straight to Hell.
ur brother is a straight up killa, shit is cold i tell ya, nigga be wild
The cop just wanted to talk to you and pick up some tips on being a gangsta, maybe even buy that hat off you.
What the fuck is a fitted?
@White Portland Man
a fitted is like a baseball cap but with a wider, stiffer, flatter brim and a non-adjustable back. here’s a picture:
http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/fitted-hawaii-quickstrike-new-era-cap.jpg
they’re popular among rappers, urban youth, and wiggers.