I WAS LIKE HOLD UP, he was like tap out you fagget, this is the UFC. I was stuck in the crippler crossface, tryin to wiggle my way out of it or something. However, 6 seconds later, I tapped my right hand to the ground about 7 times. I was like shit he got me.

Party time Bitches

I had a pretty crazy friday night. It was a big event, lots of food, lots of food again, lots of drinks and lots of bitches of course. It was a party then afterparty. I know I was still sober when i JUST headed into the afterparty but I gues that changed quickly after another drink or two. It was done-time for my soberness. I did see this one girl that I thought was my enemy, come up to me and all give me a hug and put her arm around me and shit. I was like what is this, aren't u a hater to me and my homegirl. But I DON'T KNOW for some reason shorty looked mad good that night. I was like YO I wanna make out with this chick, but I didn't actually. I did make it home kinda drunk though, J train and then the A navigation time. Got a sandwich from some deli that was open past 2 AM even though their prices are high as hell. I was drunk nd I needed something to eat so I was like yo whats up Mohammed you fagget, lemme get a sandwich. And yeah I got my sandwich then work up like 1 PM or 1:30 and I had a hickee on my neck. I was like who the fuck that that. I can't remember. It was fun though.