Yo B u err fuck wit dem Muzzlim cupcakeaz? Dem cupcakeaz be ONE. HUNNIT. PER SENT. CRAYOLA.
Yo, check it
I b down 2 da dolla sto yessaday, aight? Guess the ol' blind cupcakea who ownt it musta sold it. I go in thurr an they dis scronny lil muzzlim muh fuckah where in like a BATH ROBE or sum shit, dog. Haid all rapped up in a towl, u know how they do. WELL! I gots ta get me some gross-ries. So I gets my cart, I be luckin' fo my shit -- oop! DEY is my shit! Dis hyuh cupcakea wuz bouts ta give berf to a sea turdle!
So back 2 da front uv da sto I GO!
"Yo, dawg! Hand me dat bafroom key, but like... KWIK!"
Dum muh fuckah jus sits n looks @ me.
"BAFF! ROOM! KEY!" I say tryna make a cupcakea get what I b sayn.
"We are not having the public bathrooms sir." he say
"Da fuck u DONT!" I says. "cupcakea it b in da back! An if it AINT in da back no mo', den cupcakea it b RITE FUGGIN HYUH!"
So den I duz a fing, wut we callz it wuz, I CHIMPROVIZE. I drop mah shorts, I drop mah draws, an I use da shoppin cat 2 kinda LEEEN back on an I commenstipate to drop loaf!
Now dis muzzlim cupcakea b tryna yell shit @ me. "Infidel! I crash a plane into your mother!" n shit!
He cum out frum his lil cubickle n try throwin mah azz out da sto'! But dat dum cupcakea NIGlected dat I wuz at dat time HAFF NEGRO, HAFF CART!
So now muzzlim cupcakea b chasin mah azz aroun da sto wile I b droppin loaf PLOP PLOP PLOP n da cart b runnin it ova n squooshin it n den he be steppin all in it yellin "YOUR MOTHER IS A GOAT WHO MY FATHER SERVICES!" n shit
Muh fucka made it so a cupcakea had 2 go like 4 hole blox ova to get a muh fuggin can a Pringles! Tch! Sheeit!
~laughing~
~shitting on yo floorz~
