Let me set the stage. There I am minding my own beezwax in a Whole Foods, in one of the wealthiest (or so I thought) areas of a certain dirty dirty South city. I had just finished purchasing my usual apples when all of the sudden I noticed some delicious looking apricots. Unbeknowenst to me, this would turn out to be the best decision I had made all day.
While carefully selecting my scrumptious A-cots, over my shoulder, I hear a loud and obviously angry: "Camille, bitch! I done told you not to come 'round here no mo." Followed by a response of: "I’ll do whatever I wants...mothafucka!" Up to this point, I had pretty much signed this off as a standard issue durty Souf confrentation until I was blessed with this zinga: “How the fuck you gonna sell my son weed!?” I quickly realized it was curtains for the unsuspecting Dope Man - who in fact was not much of a man at all, but more of a portly 45 year old black woman - as this guy was livid over her transactions with his son.
Before you could say "delectable apricot" there were several loud thuds in a row as PeevedPapa landed two haymakers in rapid succession on each one of PusherMa2009's triple F breasts. Im not sure what happened next but there were obscenities, smoothies and fists flying everywhere!
Some MILFY soccer mom with a butt that would flip your world upside down turns to me and says: "they should really have police on duty here at all times." To this - still enthralled in the battle royal - all I could muster was: "they probably weren't expecting it to be slangcity up in hurr."
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