I still haven't forgiven my homie for this shyt
There I was, getting ready to cavort with this thick fine af cubana
I was at her crib and she was showing off her tan lines
teasing like pulling her jeans down a little, black lace panty peekin out

I told myself "self, it's only a matter of time. Stay cool."
So we're flirting and shyt, complimenting her tan line
Suddenly my phone rings and it's my homie
It's damm near 3 AM, why did I answer?
I can't call it. To this day I smack myself.
-Yo
-Yo man, I'm fukked up. I'm in South Beach and my shyt got towed.
-Damm son
-Yeah man, can you do me a solid and scoop me up?
-You can't call a cab? (This was pre-Uber days)
-Cab from here to Kendall is gonna run me damm near a c-note. Come on man, don't leave me hanging
I look at the Cubana laying there on her bed
Start doing mental math
Drive from Hialeah Gardens to the beach
beach to Kendall
Kendall to the Gardens
Even with no traffic, I was looking at well over an hour on the road.
I tell homegirl what the deal is, she's sympathetic and encourages me to stick to bro code
Me: Wait up, I'll BRB
Her: bet!
I leave, scoop this a$$hole up, drop him off, call cubanita back
No answer
Call again
Still no answer
I went home with my dikk in my hand
Never heard from her again