Originally posted by King Castle
i once tracked down and hunted the most dangerous game known to man.. an oversized mexican drunk that owed me more money then a hooker on a slow night..friend shows up, lets go out and party get laid and whatnot..
me: what about ur baby's momma? i dont feel comfortable getting you laid, bro...
we bn fighting and crap.. also she doesnt like you never has..
Me: 😐 what?
yeah... its true.
me: well, i guess we can find hoser he always knows where the party is at and the drugs , plus his women are dumb as dirt..
how we goin to find him? when was the last time u talk to him? doesnt he owe you money?
smoking a cigarette i squint and drop it and squish it with my shoe...
me: hmm.. yes, he owes me.. its bn a while but we start at the beginning... where the hunter waits for his prey to gather.. the waterhole... (put on shades as i finish my exit line)...
what the hell.. is that a horatio line?
me: i dont watch heroes... lets go...