AND I GET HOME. I'M THINKING TO MYSELF, "SELF, WE'RE ABOUT TO EAT." LIKE A TRUE FAT ASS, FOOD WAS ON MY MIND. I FEEL THIS WAS THE REASON I RECEIVED MY NEXT CALL...
OF ALL PEOPLE, CACTUSEG CALLS ME. RIGHT WHEN I'M THINKING ABOUT FOOD.
WHO'DA THUNK IT? NO LIE. MY FAT ASS NEMISIS, BIGGERTHANACACTUSEG CALLS ME.
HE STARTS STUTTERING LIKE ALWAYS. HE ASKS, "IS THIS EH EH EH EVAN... EVAN... CG... EVAN... CG EVAN??"
I RESPOND WITH "YES"
AFTER A LITTLE MORE STUTTERING, HE FINALLY TELLS ME THE PERSON SPEAKING IS CACTUSEG. HE SAID SOME GAY ASS NAME, BUT I WAS THINKING ABOUT FOOD SO I DIDN'T CARE.
HE THEN ACCUSED ME OF TALKING SHIT AND SAYING SLANDEROUS COMMENTS ABOUT HIM.
OF COURSE I DID, SO I REPLIED WITH, "ALWAYS"
AFTER SOME STUTTERING, FROM WHAT I ASSUME WAS FRIGHT... OR BECAUSE HE WAS EATING, HE TOLD ME TO COME TO WALMART AND "FUCK THAT GREEN INTEGRA"
GREAT STORY HUH? IT'S TRUE.




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