"Stephon!! Where u at?" Traderrius was at the dumpster at 10 o'clock on the dot. He started slowly walking to the dumpster, as he saw this cardboard box. It was moving around. As it was moving around he heard sounds: inappropriate sounds.
"Who in there? I'll be damned if Stephon in there. Ima be weak asf."
He kicked the cardboard box over.
"What in da world?" It sounded like Stephon, and it was Stephon. He came out the box half naked!
"What in the fuck u think u doing?" Traderrius asked.
"What the fuck u doi- W-wait a minute... Ohhh u wanna see Jacob. But still I told u I ain't got no clock."
"But I told u to be prepared, while u Beatin yo meat in a box."
"First of all, this a house. It was on sale for $0.25. Secondly I wasn't beating my meat, I was getting dressed."
"Then explain the cum on yo bottom lip."
"Uhhh-ummm see that was mayonaise from dem burgers last night u kno Wat I'm saying...?"
"Mhmmm. Anyways lets get to Jacob."
After five miles of walking and talking about if Stephon beat his meat or not, they made it to a raggedy old Gym that was beside boarded up old stores.
"This it?" Traderrius asked.
"This it. Let's go in. Wait! I forgot to tell u, he got a eye problem. So when u talkin to him stand on the right of his side."
"So that's my left?"
"Nigga I didn't go to school. Let's go in already."
They finally opened the door. It had a creepy ass screech to it when it opened. Right when they came in, they easily spotted Jacob. He was squatting 5,000lbs on his back looking like a buff ass block.
"My nigga Jacob!" Stephon yelled. Jacob looked over and dropped the weights.
"Who this is?" He said in a deep voice.
"Oh, I forgot." Stephon walked to the right of Jacob and started over.
"My nigga Jacob!"
"What u doin here with yo ugly ass?"
"Homeboy right here wanna get big n mean. So I had no better Idea but to bring him over here where u stay at."
"Da hell? He look big n mean already."
"No u don't understand. This nigga too nice. I'm afraid he gon get his ass kicked."
"First of all u gay for worrying about another boy's feeling. Third of all lets get this shit started."
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DA 6 CRACKHEADS
FantasyThis story is about a group of crackheads who cause havoc in downtown Birmingham and does the best to be rich.