My boy Crabs(the dude is like a walking STD, hence the name bro) comes in today and he's all scratching his nuts hella bad all like "********, I think I got them bugs again bro!".
And ********, it ain't like I'm a god damn veterinarian or some sorta pest control dude and ima have the right kinda shampoo to get rid of that s**t. ******** bro, we ain't got any kinda shampoo in this house. So I'm like, "******** it bro, let's just smoke a bowl and forget about that s**t". So that's what we do, I break out some tin foil, wrap that s**t around the top of a empty shasta bottle, poke a few holes in that s**t, jab a hole in the side of the bottle with a knife and we got ourselves a bowl.
So we're just chillin out and passin that s**t around and I get this hella good idea! I'm like "BRO! Just spray some ******** Raid down your pants and then that s**t'll just kinda soak all up in your hair and underwear and them ******** will just breathe that s**t and they'll be hella dead in no time".
My boy grabs the can from the desk, sprays his s**t down and we chill. He's all hella itchy at first all bitching and moaning like "Bro! This s**t's eating through my nuts!" But no ******** lie bro, like later in the day after he wiped that s**t off bro. I ain't heard him say s**t about no itchin nuts!
Problem ******** solved bro!
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I spend a lotta time outdoors, just walking around bro. Thinking about s**t, doing stuff to entertain myself that other dudes wouldn't think of. And I'm like, I should write this s**t down bro.
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