Just put it out there. Be honest. No judgement.
I was actually going to avoid telling one myself but decided to go big or go home. I don't do this shyt anymore so don't judge;
-I'm in downtown LA, hopping from bus to bus trying to find this club. I was experimenting with ******* pretty heavy at the time so I stop at a Carl's Jr, go to the restroom, and proceed to cut a rail on the counter by the sink. I'm singing my ass off, loudly, and doing the typical "Oh baby, *** yea!" after every line.
My better judgement takes over and I decide, "This is dangerous, I'd better go do this in the stall instead." But, some arsehole had pulled a joke and locked the stall from the outside before they left. So, I'm swearing, "****** ***ing azholes, think this shyt is funny.." as I try to reach over and under the door to unlock the damn thing. I finally realize I'm going to need to crawl under the door. I'm in full ******* rage now, swearing "... piece of fking shyt! What tha *** is the matter with you..." at whatever prankster decided this was funny. As I'm on the floor, half way under the stall, I see pants on the floor with a gun sitting on them, and two legs in the pants...
Turns out, there's a BIG ass, thugged out looking brother trying to take a shyt in there. His eyes are bulged out of his head, genuine fear, because he can't wrap his mind around WTF is going on.
Why I thought someone locked the stall from the outside (as if that's a thing) can only be blamed on *******. I STILL get cringey chills up my spine remembering that one and can only thank god that dude was too off guard to shoot me.
I was actually going to avoid telling one myself but decided to go big or go home. I don't do this shyt anymore so don't judge;
-I'm in downtown LA, hopping from bus to bus trying to find this club. I was experimenting with ******* pretty heavy at the time so I stop at a Carl's Jr, go to the restroom, and proceed to cut a rail on the counter by the sink. I'm singing my ass off, loudly, and doing the typical "Oh baby, *** yea!" after every line.
My better judgement takes over and I decide, "This is dangerous, I'd better go do this in the stall instead." But, some arsehole had pulled a joke and locked the stall from the outside before they left. So, I'm swearing, "****** ***ing azholes, think this shyt is funny.." as I try to reach over and under the door to unlock the damn thing. I finally realize I'm going to need to crawl under the door. I'm in full ******* rage now, swearing "... piece of fking shyt! What tha *** is the matter with you..." at whatever prankster decided this was funny. As I'm on the floor, half way under the stall, I see pants on the floor with a gun sitting on them, and two legs in the pants...
Turns out, there's a BIG ass, thugged out looking brother trying to take a shyt in there. His eyes are bulged out of his head, genuine fear, because he can't wrap his mind around WTF is going on.
Why I thought someone locked the stall from the outside (as if that's a thing) can only be blamed on *******. I STILL get cringey chills up my spine remembering that one and can only thank god that dude was too off guard to shoot me.
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