"Heya Mic, you look like you've done a poo!" "Shut you ass up and tell me where the damn coke is." "Fine bitch. it's there." I pointed towards the fridge in the corner and he ran up to it and quickly drank from it. "Damn, gotta stay hydrated." he burped. "Motherfucker, in what holiness of poop is this?" "Coke is the holiest of the holy. Jesus drank it. He didn't drink his ma's milk, he drank coke from the lord." I snorted and naturally blew my nose. Snot flew everywhere and landed on his head, then he fell tumbling into the pool. I screamed in laughter as he just stared at me blankly. "Not. Funny!" "It's not funny, it's motherfucking, back-wrenching, butthole-itching, murder-pooping hilarious!" "Ugh!" he groaned, as he sinked into the water and bobbed up again. "Bruh, do you worship the damn coke?" I said. "bRuH, dO i WoRsHiP tHe DaMn CoKe???" he said with a stupid accent as he sucked on the coke bottle's mouth. "DO I WORSHIP THE DAMN COKE???" "Shut you ass up before I whip out the belt and smack that hairy arse of yours." I said.
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Your Pretty Face Won't Get You Anywhere
HumorMichael literally needs to impress me. Once I told him that tuxedos make me weak, he's been sending me pics of just that. By the way, did you know I'm a millionaire? Well, billionaire. But I just found out a big secret about my family, that may incl...
