Passport Papi this one for you
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cyndaquil
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Aight, so my boy Marcus, who is a certified dumbass, somehow lost his passport in Rio.
We were out partying, everything was chill, and then—boom—Marcus realizes his passport is gone. Man starts trippin immediately. Talking about calling the embassy, saying his life is over, maybe he gotta start selling açai bowls on the beach just to survive. We retrace our steps, check every spot we hit, nothing.
Then outta nowhere, we’re chilling in this little bar, and this big booty woman walks up to Marcus, smiling, holding up his passport. Says she found it earlier and recognized him from the picture. Marcus is hype. Hugging her, thanking her like she just pulled him out of a burning building. Man is ecstatic.
But then, she gives him this little smirk and goes, "You must be relieved… I bet you could use some Hennessy, huh?"
Brehs, Marcus damn near short-circuited.
His whole expression shifted like she just insulted his ancestors. He hit her with the deadliest side-eye I’ve ever seen in my life.
"Why would I want Hennessy?"
She freezes. Then she realizes what she just implied and starts apologizing. Saying she didn’t mean it like that, made an assumption, blah blah blah. Marcus takes a deep breath, composes himself, and finally lets it go. They laugh it off, it’s all good, right?
Nah.
Because THEN she leans in and says in a deep ass voice, "You’re really sweet… I should probably tell you—I’m actually a man."
Bruh.
This man’s soul LEFT HIS BODY.
Man hit the hardest reboot I’ve ever seen. Juelzed something out his mouth and then straight-up BOLTED out the bar like he was being chased.
No goodbye, no explanation—just straight flight mode.
Next thing I know, I get a text from this fool at the airport, saying he booked the first flight back to Harlem. Talking about "Brazil wasn’t for me, bruh."
To this day, we do not talk about it. But every time he orders a drink, I hit him with a casual, "You want some Henny?" and just watch him suffer.
Aight, so my boy Marcus, who is a certified dumbass, somehow lost his passport in Rio.
We were out partying, everything was chill, and then—boom—Marcus realizes his passport is gone. Man starts trippin immediately. Talking about calling the embassy, saying his life is over, maybe he gotta start selling açai bowls on the beach just to survive. We retrace our steps, check every spot we hit, nothing.
Then outta nowhere, we’re chilling in this little bar, and this big booty woman walks up to Marcus, smiling, holding up his passport. Says she found it earlier and recognized him from the picture. Marcus is hype. Hugging her, thanking her like she just pulled him out of a burning building. Man is ecstatic.
But then, she gives him this little smirk and goes, "You must be relieved… I bet you could use some Hennessy, huh?"
Brehs, Marcus damn near short-circuited.
His whole expression shifted like she just insulted his ancestors. He hit her with the deadliest side-eye I’ve ever seen in my life.
"Why would I want Hennessy?"
She freezes. Then she realizes what she just implied and starts apologizing. Saying she didn’t mean it like that, made an assumption, blah blah blah. Marcus takes a deep breath, composes himself, and finally lets it go. They laugh it off, it’s all good, right?
Nah.
Because THEN she leans in and says in a deep ass voice, "You’re really sweet… I should probably tell you—I’m actually a man."
Bruh.
This man’s soul LEFT HIS BODY.
Man hit the hardest reboot I’ve ever seen. Juelzed something out his mouth and then straight-up BOLTED out the bar like he was being chased.
No goodbye, no explanation—just straight flight mode.
Next thing I know, I get a text from this fool at the airport, saying he booked the first flight back to Harlem. Talking about "Brazil wasn’t for me, bruh."
To this day, we do not talk about it. But every time he orders a drink, I hit him with a casual, "You want some Henny?" and just watch him suffer.
