Where these motherfuckers be getting my number from? I mean with this one, we knew he had my number but I still don't have a damned clue where he got it from. That's right, my phone rang... Me: "Hello?" Caller: "Okay, so you were right." Me: "About what? Whodis?" Caller: "About selling t-shirts not being worth it That shit was a WHOLE mess." Me: "Jigga--... Y'know what? I'm not gon' pile on today... Jericho Jackson!" Jericho: "Yeah man..." Me: "So you going to the welding program to get your certificate?" Jericho: "Dafuq? Hell no! I'm going back to rapping!" Me: "Bro, it's been TWO WEEKS!" Jericho: "I know man, but I made sense of the math you gave me and said 'fuck that'." "Me: "Smart... But also, your raps were ass!" Jericho: "No, my CONCEPT was ass. I'm getting off the Jiggaboo Jackson thing, I told you tha...
The cooler it gets outside, the fewer times a week I have to leave my house. These things are proportional... I will be back outdoors sometime around March. At this point, I am up to "put on pants"-level going outside about three times a week... Four if I am doing the Band Booster Dad thing. Being stuck-but-not-stuck in the house reveals to me the fact that I am back on actually answering unknown numbers again, as we have discussed at length once in the past. [ Phlip note : Wife Person™ saw me actually do that shit week before last! ] I guess I can refrain from making this lead-in any longer than it needs to be and g'head and just say it . My phone rang... Me: "Hello?" Caller: "I heard you battled Smoak ." Me: "Ex--... excuse me? Whodis?" Caller: "Jericcho--..." Me: " JIGGABOO JACKSON!!! " Jericho: "I'm trying to put that behind me, man." Me: "Everything on the internet is forever ho...
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build something cool instead