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Two days ago I awoke to the sound of tha phone ringing. I shook my head, immediately clearing my OE and grape smirdoff hangover. Stood up, stretched, walked to the fridge and grabbed another smirdoff. Smashed that shit on my granite counter and threw it back. Boom. The glass cut into my lip and I look in the mirror admiring my battle wound. The phone rings and I pick it up slowly, allowing tha caller to hear nothing but my steady breathing. "Hello?" I immediately recognize the voice of the 7.5 (9.5 on the mpuaforum scale) from the other night. Wiping my bloody lip away with my hand, I clear my throat and prepare to go hunting (for a bitch).
Reaching for another drink i say into tha phone, "....yo ". She says "oh hey twofly! this is..." i stop listening to her as i catch my reflection in tha mirror. fuck i look great. i am a greek god, the pecs of zeus in fact. Putting in my bluetooth so i can do my morning push ups, I hear, "Tappin?! are you there?" I reply, "....yo". She says, "yea...so are you busy tonig-...why are u breathing so hard??" "i'm fuckin another bitch right now, what do u care?" She laughs and says, "no really?" At this time my pecs are on fire and I can't help but let out an animalistic moan as i pump out my 100th consecutive pushup. "AAAARRRRGHHHHHH. YEAAAAAAAA BITCH!!!!. yo...whatd u say?" I reach for my protein shake and in the midst of gulping it down, some liquid rolls from my check, down my chest, and into my perfectly carved abs, like a dry ravine being filled with water. I become erect.
Rummaging thae cabinets for the nearest shamwow I look over bronzed skin and dap it dry. 7.5 is still talking, I am not listening. Not bothering to hear what she has to say I interrupt and say, "...yo...we're going to Club Ecstascy tonight" She excitedly replies, "alright! can you pick me up?" So i get directions to her place then prepare for tha day ahead of me. 45 minutes later i'm leaving tha tanning salon when I see 7.5 walking in. oh fuck. I don’t wanna spend tha day with this whore. thinking fast i dip out tha back entrance, hop in my mercury cougar I jet. On the way home I think “oh shit, I need some shampoo” So I roll up to tha local Kroger, swing by tha beer isle and pick up a 6pack of smirdoff, pound one in tha store and some fag in an apron bothers me by saying, “excuse me sir, you can’t drink that in here.” I don’t bother looking at him and say “shut up pussy” and down tha rest of it. I swagger over to tha shampoo isle and grab some Matrix Biolage, it’s tha most expensive shit they got so I figure it’ll get the job done.
Realizing I just don’t have time for a Brazilian body wax today, I had to do tha next best thing. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I grab my new 3.3oz Burberry Brit cologne off tha shelf. I gingerly unscrew the top of tha bottle and proceed to unload tha entire contents all over my body, being careful to avoid my neck and head. I grab my zippo lighter off the counter and light my index finger. The fire spreads quickly, singeing all of tha unwanted hair. Soon my entire body is engulfed. I stand in front of the mirror and slowly raise my hands above my head, so the fire can spread to my armpits. I leap into the shower to quench tha flames. My tanned skin is perfect. And buying the Matrix Biolage shampoo was definitely a sick good idea; it felt like I was showering under a rainfall in costa rica.
TBC
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