Okay, someone keeps asking me if I'd throw down for him when we hung out next. I got really pissed and told him off. We were good friends, and out of nowhere,
"Can you break me off?"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I'm joking."
"First of all, let's get this straight--" (insert verbal assault)
It kills me. Really, it does.
And to paraphrase the amazingly talented and quite single and available Boy Wonder, "I wouldn't fuck you with a stunt snatch."
Life's tough like that.
Voodoo
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