So last night I'm in the strip club with my Indian cab driver(long story) and he got to paying for the p*ssy immediately! First off, everyone in there knew this nikka already. Second, we had to be in there less than 5 minutes before he took a bytch back to his cab. Then when he's taking me back to my hotel he couldn't stop bragging about how the cops rode past but they never think to check a taxi out.
Also it smelled like straight badussey in that bytch. I had my window all the way down with the

face the whole ride back.
Just some quotes from the night
Bangladesh-"don't worry my friend, it was all back seat action you are safe"
Taco bell worker- "any sauces?"
Bangladesh- "EXTRA HOT SAUCE, LOTS OF IT OKAY!

"
Taco bell worker- "ooookay

"
It was my fukking food though, I didn't get a word in. I like the mild sauce cot damnit, but I couldn't say shyt because I was laughing so hard.
Bangladesh- "San Bernadino is the worst city in America"
Me-

Bangladest- "I'm serious

. The mass shooting happened just a couple miles from here. There are lots of bytches here though

"
This nikka is like 50 breh's. I meet some fukking characters in my line of work.
