CRACK ATTACK!
"Fuck you, Rob!" you cry in anguish. "You of all people! WHY!? Why, Rob!? WHY!? What did crack ever do to you! Fuck you AND your meth!!!! Sir, I bid you a good day." You breakdown into a fit of tears.
Rob tries to comfort you, but his words are meaningless now in your overwrought state of mind. Without thinking, you snatch up his X-Box and all of his games, and storm away. Of course you pawn all of this shit. And of course you buy crack with the proceeds you garner from that and the stuff you sold of Whitney's. (It takes you a little longer than usual to find a dealer, but in the hood even 8 year olds slang the shit) And of course you live happily ever after. Fuck Rob. Fuck meth. Fuck everything (except, maybe, beer and porno). Crack is crack. Crackity crackity crack.
Crack, crack, crack. You love crack.
"Crack," you mutter to yourself at the local bar. "Crackity crackity crack." And you take another swig of your beer. Pretty lame ending, huh? Well go fuck yourself, nobody made you read this shit, asshole.
Rob tries to comfort you, but his words are meaningless now in your overwrought state of mind. Without thinking, you snatch up his X-Box and all of his games, and storm away. Of course you pawn all of this shit. And of course you buy crack with the proceeds you garner from that and the stuff you sold of Whitney's. (It takes you a little longer than usual to find a dealer, but in the hood even 8 year olds slang the shit) And of course you live happily ever after. Fuck Rob. Fuck meth. Fuck everything (except, maybe, beer and porno). Crack is crack. Crackity crackity crack.
Crack, crack, crack. You love crack.
"Crack," you mutter to yourself at the local bar. "Crackity crackity crack." And you take another swig of your beer. Pretty lame ending, huh? Well go fuck yourself, nobody made you read this shit, asshole.
