Backstory:
This dude who I been considerin sampling was at my house on Friday for drinks. I been knowing this dude for over 5 years but the stars never aligned. My homegirl was there too. We're just sitting around chopping it up. Over some vodka. There's a loveseat/couch in my garage that used to be in my boom boom room (my enclosed back porch, where ppl who smoke, go to smoke). Its in there bc I had the floor redone and Juan n nem never brough it back in.

So I said to Sample, "Sample, I have a couch in my garage I need you to bring in one day soon. If you could." He says, "uhm, naw I aint gonna be able to do that. See, it's cold outside and some rodents might have taken up in that piece. I dont do rodents or roaches."

**record scratch**

As a man, you should portray fearlessness at all times 'cept maybe in the presence of a gun or a bunch of menacing looking dudes. How you not gonna approach a mouse? A mouse that you don't even KNOW is there!

At that moment I thought, an epiphany, No. Cookies. For. YOU.

What you think?

And I just say this because, well for two reasons...one, when I was a shorty living with my moms, we had a mouse. My moms called my dad, they weren't together but terms were kinda okay, and he came over. Mickey had been cornered into the bathroom and we had the door closed. My dad goes in and I hear BAM! He stepped on Mickey with his boot and took him out the game. Blood splatter e'rywhere. I was like, damn that was gangsta. (I'll tell reason two in a minute. I wanna know what ya'll think)

This ninja turned me off with this shit...

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This ain't THAT and THAT ain't THIS

such a turn off.

*sound the gender warz alarmz*

i still blame hip-hop.