When I was in High School, I got a job at a gas station my sophomore year. The very first day I was there, a very obese 300-lb. black man walks in and says "Aiyyo, you got any maps here or sumpin'?", to which I responded, "Yeah, they're right over there". He then walks over to the stand where the maps were, pulls out a map and begins to look at it, and then -I am absolutely not kidding- lets out a massive, disgusting, liquid-diarrhea s*** all over the floor. It drained down his legs and all over his shoes, and it made a massive puddle of disgusting feces all over the tile floor. He then put the map down, turned, look at me, and, without any shame, said "Haha! You betta clean that s*** up, son!", and then walked out of the store.
I'm all about my business like a suit n tie n1gga.
I wonder if that vag is as loose as a wizards sleeve....
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