Please add on your crazy/fukked up late night store run stories.
I was in the bodega late night on a Tuesday waiting on pa to make my chop cheese when the shortest drunkest Mexican I've ever seen stumbled in with a busted lip babbling something about a chicken sandwich and putos. I'm just minding my neck when 3 model looking European girls Walk In and started speaking some foreign cave language. 1 of em was sexy af tho. Anyway apparently the guy who the Mexican dude had beef with camr up in the store starting shyt again.
Ol boy started yellng bust him in the head with a soda can and ran out the door.
We all just looked at each other. Got home, the chop wasn't bad.
I was in the bodega late night on a Tuesday waiting on pa to make my chop cheese when the shortest drunkest Mexican I've ever seen stumbled in with a busted lip babbling something about a chicken sandwich and putos. I'm just minding my neck when 3 model looking European girls Walk In and started speaking some foreign cave language. 1 of em was sexy af tho. Anyway apparently the guy who the Mexican dude had beef with camr up in the store starting shyt again.
Ol boy started yellng bust him in the head with a soda can and ran out the door.
We all just looked at each other. Got home, the chop wasn't bad.