This story is about jackass niggas. So if you love niggas, I suggest you to pack up your belongings, that includes toilet paper & find something better to do. So please take the time to read.

the story:
So my homies and homegirlos went to Kathy's 21st birthday lounge bash at The Roe, Happy Birthday Kathy! Before we went to the lounge we decided to chill around Downtown, and having nothing to do in DT after store hours, we decided to go to the Marriot hotel and go elevator pimpin'. We went to the highest floor (21st floor) and chilled at the outdoor lounge and I must say, it was quite a relaxing. Nice view and sofas. So when it was time to go, we stopped by 7-11 and Ken F. SHen got himself an apple pie. And with his gifted talents that he learned from me, he stole a biscuit sausage sandwich, but he did it for a good cause; he gave it to a homeless guy. He just pulled off some Robin Hood shit right there.
After getting some numbers and making love in the club, we drove back home. While driving, Ken F. Shen took the last entrance to the 80east interstate, which was towards the bay bridge (opposite of where we're suppose to go) - good job Sherlock. hahaha jk jk. So he reversed a good 100 feet from the freeway causing a traffic. What a funny nigga. And later he went into a one way street for several blocks- going the opposite direction! nice one again. Luckily there weren't that many cars.
So when we got onto the freeway, we were stuck in traffic and dayum it was like a party. All these drunk people chit-chatting amongst other cars, it was fun. Also, I also ran into a couple of friends during the traffic, what a small world.
--O..K.. the REAL story--
After exiting, we passed by the ghetto Balboa Bart Station near Ken F. Shen's house, and saw 4 niggas at the bus stop. Along with those 4 niggas was a Chinaman, lets give him a name: Unco Same. While Unco Same was waiting with them, the "big black guys wit ta big muss-kle" surrounded him casually like if nothing was suspicious. But being a nigga is suspicious enough. These niggas were about 18-20 years old & 6'2-6'3". Knowing how niggas act when they want to mug someone, I knew that Unco Same was in dip shit. So I told Ken to bust a bitch (a U-turn) and take care of it. We got out the car, and whoop their ASS! hahaahah! naw not really. We didn't want to go to jail, BUT we were camping out across the street at another bus stop. And when I saw the niggas told Unco Same to bend on his knees!!! I took out my blast knuckles and whoop their ASS! hahaha naw not really, but I reported it to a popo (something a whiteman would do, very disappointed at myself) and got those shits arrested.
Thats right bitches, fuck with Unco Same and get your pocket change emptied out!
Clip of the niggas getting arrested at 3a.m. Don't you know Popeyes closes at 10p.m.
lol. no mo pocket change biatch! and i take your weed!

the entrance of the Marriot sky-lounge.

Sky-lounge. $200 shoes. $300 designer jeans. Being a "fly guy" -Steve Johnson #13

The View from upstairs.

Latin spice.

The funnest traffic ever.

Ironic. stole a sandwich yet niggas got fucked.
Thanks for reading!
I'll keep ya posted.
3 comments:
good post, sounds like you had a fun nite. you wanna go to hardfest?
sure. dont got any plans. holler at a playa
18-20 year olds jacking people? get a job homeys
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