So I had a medical emergency earlier today when my son decides to
stop by (unannounced...again). Now keep in mind that i'm mowing my
lawn at the time, trying to keep my shyt tight and what not. This knuckle
head that used to live in my balls is following me around the lawn like
he did when he was 5. I used to smack the shyt outta that little nikka.
So I get to a part of the lawn where the brush is kinda thick hoping that
he would stop following me.
Nope. He got behind the mower and and jumped on back, grabbed me
by the shoulders and started talking about fighting animals and shyt.
I swear to Jah, I put my elbow into his chest so deep...I look over my
shoulder and see my deflated son running in circles behind me and then
into the woods. This idiot runs into a beehive and takes off without telling
me. I keep on mowing until I'm swarmed by bees. Now I've been stung
before but this was something different. My face, arms, legs, body...all
covered in stings.
I started to make it towards my home but the stings overtook me. I woke
up to seeing my son's face. He was holding my dog's diabetes injection
talking about "I saved you're life, dog...you should have fukked those bees up, breh..."
I was so out of it at that point and just ready to go to bed but this idiot calls 911
and and shows them what he injected me with. I've injected myself with my dog's
diabetes meds before and I've always been fine but now I have a huge EMS bill.
smh...gonna pay him back in return.
stop by (unannounced...again). Now keep in mind that i'm mowing my
lawn at the time, trying to keep my shyt tight and what not. This knuckle
head that used to live in my balls is following me around the lawn like
he did when he was 5. I used to smack the shyt outta that little nikka.
So I get to a part of the lawn where the brush is kinda thick hoping that
he would stop following me.
Nope. He got behind the mower and and jumped on back, grabbed me
by the shoulders and started talking about fighting animals and shyt.
I swear to Jah, I put my elbow into his chest so deep...I look over my
shoulder and see my deflated son running in circles behind me and then
into the woods. This idiot runs into a beehive and takes off without telling
me. I keep on mowing until I'm swarmed by bees. Now I've been stung
before but this was something different. My face, arms, legs, body...all
covered in stings.
I started to make it towards my home but the stings overtook me. I woke
up to seeing my son's face. He was holding my dog's diabetes injection
talking about "I saved you're life, dog...you should have fukked those bees up, breh..."
I was so out of it at that point and just ready to go to bed but this idiot calls 911
and and shows them what he injected me with. I've injected myself with my dog's
diabetes meds before and I've always been fine but now I have a huge EMS bill.
smh...gonna pay him back in return.
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