Now come on na my Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas! You know me! I don't have no fuckin filter! I just calls'em as I sees'em! C'est tout!
But, read me, when you see something so fucking blatant you just gotsta call a muh fucka out on some shit!
So I'm buying various bottles of liquor for the five co-workers for the secret santa shit! Well, shit! Whatasaprize! Guess who yo secret santa is motha fucka? You got liquor? Guess no more motha fucka! Legal and numbing!..Anyway, there's this co-worker who swears by, Patron Silver. Cool! Forty-one and some change, right? Bougee nigga, but that's cool. I understand. You know what I'm sayin. But what that bougee nigga taught me from just this little, "Medication For The Office Christmas Secret Santa..."whateva the fuck! Purchasing is...a motha fucka!
These motha fuckas had bottles of Tequila with the price of one hundred dollars (you heard my black ass right) just sitting there as pretty as they pleased, for one hundred fuckin dollas, okay motha fucka ninety-nine-ninety-nine, like I said, one hundred dollars you dick! You made me forget my fucking point!...The point is. Yo fuckin ass runnin a business that has one hundred dollars for a brand of tequila. And the Thirty-nine dollars brand, Patron Silver, has the nerves to have a security device on them. And guess what? The hundred, sixty, fifty...dollars brand had not a device! Theeeee! Fuck!...
But I hate ta tell ya my Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas, if ya a Secret Santa...Don'tcha have ta do it properly? And them bitches had the lowest price in Indianapolis! Assholes!...But I won't go back! Best believe that shit! Ya heard may?
Yeah! I know! I know motha fuckas!...
(Peace! More to come...)
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