“I am Josh fishers, and you rat bastards will be f***ing entertained tonight, you hear.” I screamed loudly
The energy rushing through my veins is always this high every night. Ah, hell I’m always this high whether or not I’m entertaining my peeps. Though, you may ask who exactly these ‘peeps ‘ of mine are. Well, you might be shocked to find out that these peeps are what I say they are: my peeps, friends, homies, original G’s. They’re all here to pay attention to me, and me alone. That’s the bottom line.
“Now how shall we do th--” I was beginning to say until I heard a knock at my door. It was loud, like the bumps in a newlywed’s bed. You know, the rocking sound when they’re doing the nasty.
I tell my peeps to hold that thought, and I walk my sexy self over to the door, and who do I find waiting on the other side: that stupid little prick Matt.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?” My voice boomed higher than a black person’s car stereo on high bass.
“Josh, I came here to be apart of your party.” I heard Matt say in a polite, and awe-inspiring voice.
A loud-ass laugh came from my mouth. I was just amused that this prick had the balls to come to MY house/apartment, and ask to be apart of MY party.
“The only thing YOUR going to be apart of, is my ground if you don’t walk the opposite direction.” I said with much insult-like words.
Matt looked at me with a look of sadness or some crap like that, “but Josh, I thought--”
“A but-but-but, you thought wrong dumbass.” I said with a loud pitch. “Now, either you leave, or I’ll kick your little pathetic ass out for ya.”
With a simple tear out from his eyes, I slammed the door hard on his pathetic self, and went back to MY party, and made sure I was entertaining till dawn. “Now, let’s make this night a night to remember.” I said turning to my peeps, cranking up my jam, and dancing like a crazy mother f***er on Cryastal Meth.
The energy rushing through my veins is always this high every night. Ah, hell I’m always this high whether or not I’m entertaining my peeps. Though, you may ask who exactly these ‘peeps ‘ of mine are. Well, you might be shocked to find out that these peeps are what I say they are: my peeps, friends, homies, original G’s. They’re all here to pay attention to me, and me alone. That’s the bottom line.
“Now how shall we do th--” I was beginning to say until I heard a knock at my door. It was loud, like the bumps in a newlywed’s bed. You know, the rocking sound when they’re doing the nasty.
I tell my peeps to hold that thought, and I walk my sexy self over to the door, and who do I find waiting on the other side: that stupid little prick Matt.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?” My voice boomed higher than a black person’s car stereo on high bass.
“Josh, I came here to be apart of your party.” I heard Matt say in a polite, and awe-inspiring voice.
A loud-ass laugh came from my mouth. I was just amused that this prick had the balls to come to MY house/apartment, and ask to be apart of MY party.
“The only thing YOUR going to be apart of, is my ground if you don’t walk the opposite direction.” I said with much insult-like words.
Matt looked at me with a look of sadness or some crap like that, “but Josh, I thought--”
“A but-but-but, you thought wrong dumbass.” I said with a loud pitch. “Now, either you leave, or I’ll kick your little pathetic ass out for ya.”
With a simple tear out from his eyes, I slammed the door hard on his pathetic self, and went back to MY party, and made sure I was entertaining till dawn. “Now, let’s make this night a night to remember.” I said turning to my peeps, cranking up my jam, and dancing like a crazy mother f***er on Cryastal Meth.