Crack Kills

whats up yall this is a guest post from the one and only k*, both of us getting it in for the southern and northern hemispheres....

first of all, i would like to dedicate this time to represent for the team that wears the navy blue and gray....imma stop here, or thumper should find it necessary to erase my shit, heh.

this is my psa for today...crack kills. sorry to take it back to 88 for yall fools, but its just a reminder. and i am not only talking about killing your life, i am more referring to the thought processes. crack, real or figurative, really kills your common sense.

take for example the fact that thumper and i were in smutmart, entertaining ourselves by looking at the gadgets and things. when we get to the back of the store, we go in to watch the private movies, just joking the 'actors', laughing, and saying things like, "thats a real position? say word..."

well this older white dude, he had to be in his mid to late forties, he opens the door to our booth, and we just look up at him surprised, like, "ok, can we help you?" and he just stands there for a good two to three minutes...us looking him, him looking at us...

finally thumper breaks the silence and says, "is there something you want?" and the guy is like, "do you want some company?" and the both of us, simultaneously without hesitation, answer "NO" flatly. but then the guy dont leave for another minute or so, until thumper closes the door in his face. get off that stuff, man....

i only go home to hear that my boy x* had a crackhead tried to straighten her appearance out in front of him so that she didnt seem so crackish, like she had a chance with him or something. man, you are a crackhead. well, on second thought, x* did say he would marry one for the laughs. you just couldnt sit anywhere in their house, because he wouldnt buy any furniture. why should he? she's a crackhead.

so for those of yall who think there is nothing better than a couple blue tops to get shit crackin', think again...