
Now I see why y'all fools be shyttin' on yourselves and talkin' about havin' to blow dumps while your out on dates and what not when you go to those chain restaurants.
I'm never eatin' there again. Before I even got the check my stomach was like

Gahhhh damn, my shyt was fukked.
Everything was like $30 with the tip included (I made her drink water) so that was straight. I told her I didn't feel like going out because I was tired and that I had to shyt so we just went to the liquor store and picked up some stuff.
I got a small bottle of Jack Daniels for me, and a big ass bottle Moscato for both of us. I felt like such a hood rat.
After that, I had to run to Walgreens to get more tissue paper cause I knew it was gonna be bad
My shyt was
Sex was mediocre. Her stomach was full so she was whinin' while I was tryna get my poke on. I was thoroughly annoyed.
Finished the bottle of moscato with mimosas this morning.
I'm never doing this shyt again

I don't see how y'all do it. One night of being a hood rat was enough for me.
