Friday, March 9, 2012

Pick up Yo' Buttons, Youngstah

So these guys are all shooting craps for a while, and this OG that started with $5 bucks is beating the shit out of these sneaker pimps at it for like an hour.  By then, the young thugs are all pissed off and broke.  One of them says to the OG, "You cheated, give us our money back or I'ma take a shit on you."  The OG Pats him on the torso a few times, and says "pick up yo' buttons youngsta."
All the sneaker pimps in the world, if handed a thousand iphones and five thumbs apiece could not have figured out what happened then, much less written it, or lived to talk about it.
As the OG was patting Mr. Gorilla, he was vivisectioning him with an old fashioned razor cutter. The blade was so sharp, and so clean, that the blood landed on the floor before the buttons on Mr. Gorilla's shirt did as he cut them from his chest down.  According to legend, the side opposite the buttons landed on did not have a single speck of blood on them.
The cut was so clean, and so painless that when Mr. Gorilla heard OG's "pick up your buttons, youngstah'" remark, it kind of threw him for a loop.  Until he felt warm liquid seeping down his pantlegs.
Nobody Everybody could have predicted what happened next.  Mr. Gorilla passed out at the sight of blood  (it's gonna sound like a cliché, and borderline racist; but personally, although I know that they exist, I've never met a black person that could stand the sight of blood or the sight of a syringe going into their body stoically, or that could swim very well.   I mean, maybe it's because I'm not afraid of diving fairly deep without so much as a snorkel and stuff; but although I barely passed my high school survival swim test, that's because they make you tread water, which is very energy expensive in a survival situation.  That's the express to death in short.  There were female classmates of mine that even had trouble with that and were excellent at certain swimming events.  I never swam competitively, only for fun, and treading water for four motherfucking minutes is a very good way to make sure you fucking die.  There are much better ways to survive in the water, even if they are shark infested.  Correction: especially if they are shark infested).  OG ran with the money, as Mr. Gorillas friends drove him to the hospital and honked the horn in front of the emergency gate.  Don't ask me where, or when this happened; but it did happen. Mo' details coming up soon.  In the mean time, pick up yo' buttons, youngstah.

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