CarbonBraddock
You will be trolled
Something ya'll might not know about me is that i have trained for years as a boxer. My hands are weapons of steel brehs. I went to chuck e cheese for a bday party and it was chill in there. I met chuck e cheese himself, and he was mad ******ish. Played some games with the folks and ate some pizza like most people do. Well about half an hour later, it got lame bc i'm a grown ass man.
I went out back to smoke and seen that some goons were rolling dice and chuck was out there. I got up in there brehs and started pulling green. The last time i rolled, of course it came up true, but when i reached for the money, this rat fakkit grabbed my hand and said 'roll em again.' I told him to fukk off and to bow down but when i went to take my hand back, he held on with the giant polyester hand around mine. And here is where the spirit of Shaka awakened within me brehs. I don't allow any man to touch me without retribution but since we were in a family place, i warned him but some people just don't believe fat meat is greasy. I hauled back and uppercutted him right on the chin brehs. Knocked that rathead right off of his shoulders and it landed on top of a fire escape where some mexican kids grabbed it and started playing with it. There was a little sensitive boy up under there and all i could see was the top of head in slow motion.
The impact of the punch knocked this guy on his ass. He fell into a pool of filthy liquid the color of midnight brehs. It must've been a hole kind of bc this mufukka was looking like a V in there. His legs were up like some broad on xvideos. He started freaking out and talking about calling the cops, but i slunk out on em brehs. The cops did end up coming, but when they asked the people i went there for, they straight denied knowing who i was. This one is a win for our side brehs. ANd i had won 89 tickets that i can take back at a later date for the prize of my choosing as long as i have enough.
I went out back to smoke and seen that some goons were rolling dice and chuck was out there. I got up in there brehs and started pulling green. The last time i rolled, of course it came up true, but when i reached for the money, this rat fakkit grabbed my hand and said 'roll em again.' I told him to fukk off and to bow down but when i went to take my hand back, he held on with the giant polyester hand around mine. And here is where the spirit of Shaka awakened within me brehs. I don't allow any man to touch me without retribution but since we were in a family place, i warned him but some people just don't believe fat meat is greasy. I hauled back and uppercutted him right on the chin brehs. Knocked that rathead right off of his shoulders and it landed on top of a fire escape where some mexican kids grabbed it and started playing with it. There was a little sensitive boy up under there and all i could see was the top of head in slow motion.
The impact of the punch knocked this guy on his ass. He fell into a pool of filthy liquid the color of midnight brehs. It must've been a hole kind of bc this mufukka was looking like a V in there. His legs were up like some broad on xvideos. He started freaking out and talking about calling the cops, but i slunk out on em brehs. The cops did end up coming, but when they asked the people i went there for, they straight denied knowing who i was. This one is a win for our side brehs. ANd i had won 89 tickets that i can take back at a later date for the prize of my choosing as long as i have enough.
