"... i was at the Spot and i was wearing sandals. and this motha fucka handed me some soap. he said, you touched it, you buyin it. i told him, fuck that shit ITS SOAP. i threw the shit on the floor and this motha fucka pulled out a machete. i started bookin it and
ran outta my flip flops...."
to which you respond "cracky tales..."
or this
one co-worker of mine who rides a bike with no seat on it who called in sick one day
"... i was downtown right, and i was drivin (this fucking
crackhead rides a bike)...and this
guy came up to me and tried to jack me with a serrated, blunt, knife. so i got out and
3 guys came outta no where.. all of a sudden there was this
gun. so i ran away across the street and i wasnt lookin and got
hit by a car."
cracky tales, cracky tales...