How My Friend Poo Almost Got Us Stabbed, Or Shot, Or Mugged, Or Something Else Quite Terrible
the other evening we ventured on down to the local vendor. the night was pleasant and we were in good spirits. Upon entrance of the establishment a weird scene is going down between the clerk and two real shady lookin fellas. we took our time, collected the parcels we deemed necessary and made our way up to the counter where the two shady fellas were still hanging out. They finally finish their business and shuffle on out. Poo starts payin the really pale clerk. The door opens and the shadiest of the shady fellas walks back in, unbeknownst to the Poo, who in a brilliantly clear voice pronounces to the clerk,
"Jeez, those guys were a couple of complete morons, huh?"
I am gripped in an utter fear as the rather large shady fellow walks right by and says,
"Who?" (in a unbelieving, "you're not making fun of me right now are you? cause I can kill you." type of voice tone.)
Poo replies:
"Oh, just these two guys who walked out as you were walking in."
Shady guy continues on by with a furrowed look of confusion.
At this point in time I peed a little in my pants. This was so scary because big shady guy forgot a 40oz and stood with it right behind me, burning the back of my head with his glare.
Poo did not get a good look at the big shady guy the first time because he was happily oblivious to the mounting tension. Really pale clerk guy and me exchanged looks of panic and I threw down my cash for my items as quickly but as calm and cool as possible, as if I didn't know what just happened, although I'm pretty sure my shaking hands gave me away. As I hurry off I hear big, crazy, shady guy say, "That was weird..."
I didn't stick around to wait for shady guy to figure out he'd been insulted. I grabbed Poo, (who was having a nice convo with a friend he'd met on the way out,) and began to haul ass. Luckily, with some quick, ninja-like manuevers, we escaped without injury.
Poo could not be convinced of the story until I showed him where I peed myself.
Now that's a friend--
"Jeez, those guys were a couple of complete morons, huh?"
I am gripped in an utter fear as the rather large shady fellow walks right by and says,
"Who?" (in a unbelieving, "you're not making fun of me right now are you? cause I can kill you." type of voice tone.)
Poo replies:
"Oh, just these two guys who walked out as you were walking in."
Shady guy continues on by with a furrowed look of confusion.
At this point in time I peed a little in my pants. This was so scary because big shady guy forgot a 40oz and stood with it right behind me, burning the back of my head with his glare.
Poo did not get a good look at the big shady guy the first time because he was happily oblivious to the mounting tension. Really pale clerk guy and me exchanged looks of panic and I threw down my cash for my items as quickly but as calm and cool as possible, as if I didn't know what just happened, although I'm pretty sure my shaking hands gave me away. As I hurry off I hear big, crazy, shady guy say, "That was weird..."
I didn't stick around to wait for shady guy to figure out he'd been insulted. I grabbed Poo, (who was having a nice convo with a friend he'd met on the way out,) and began to haul ass. Luckily, with some quick, ninja-like manuevers, we escaped without injury.
Poo could not be convinced of the story until I showed him where I peed myself.
Now that's a friend--
posted by sleepeater at 11:27 PM
1 Comments:
You write, pussy. P.S. The Darn hasn't spoken with the aformentioned party yet so the tour hangs up in the air. Nice party the other night. Maybe have the CD before the invite? Next time. Next Time!
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