What a sweet fuckin’ day. Walked to class, headin down University Ave, headphones blastin’ some sweet tunes. You no when you listen 2 a song and no matter how loud you put it, it’s not loud enough? That happened to me today. Put on “The General” and rocked that shit out. Almost Dispatched a load of troops in my pants, bro. Yeah, you ninjas know what I’m talking about. No bigz.
Anyway, I walk into class and professor Dickface is all up in my shit, bein’ a real prick like, “Jeremiah, take off your headphones,” or some shit and I’m all “Suck it, prof.” I don’t actually say that part out loud, but you no what I’m talking about. Dude was a total dickk. Spent the class chillin’, feet up on the desk, Dickface preachin about algae bras or some shit, I don’t know, all I could think of was a mermaid wearing nothing but seaweed. That’s hot shit, yo.
Speakin of hot shit, totes scorched my mouth gettin my hot pocket on this afternoon. What a trip. Def gonna sue Mr. Pocket or some shit. No bigz. Ate it anyway. Pepperoni is my shit. Just don’t tell my momz I didn’t keep kosher, she’d beat me the fuck out. No frontin’, that bitch is crazy. Don’t tell her I called her a bitch neither.
Thinking about it, the day wasn’t fuckin’ sweet after all. Other than listening to “The General,” pretty mundacious or whatever. Def gonna make some pocketz later tho, maybe grab some Monster, grab some Jaeger, grab some bitches. No bigz, bro. No bigz.