Just serving you kids a little post Fourth of July realness. Hope your celebrate (yes, celebrate) was filled with Black Cats, barbecue, cigarettes and red solo cups!
*Cheers!
Hoodrats, Don’t Come for Me.
Last night, the crackheads “rose from the dead like Thriller.” They were out, kickin’ it. With the rats and the roaches.
Speaking of, let me tell y’all about this rat I saw last night, chillin’. It was literally the size of my tennis shoe. I wear an 8.
Ms. Hunty came foraging through the grass like she owned it. And had the nerve to look at me like, “You see it.”
And, at that point, I gracefully bowed out. Y’all know the terror I feel when rats show up and show out!
[She] was CONSIDERABLY more robust than the NYC rats I saw on the subway tracks. I want no parts of that. Rat=1; Krish=0 #DoYouSis
Originally tweeted May 25.
Dancing in the Street is a Noise Violation
We danced until the po pos said "no mo'."
Last night my friend and I danced in the street for two hours.
