Just got back from tesco grabbing myself some chicken and mackerel. FILTHY white wife beater on.. blood, grease and all sortsa **** on it. Just finished a SICK delt workout, plus NO Xplode so the veins looked ****ing freaky. Walking past every ***** there is eyeing me, girls chatting suddenly go silent when I walk past. Didnt even look at them, Im in the ***in zone son. 150lb brahs feeling swole in their tank tops move the *** out of the way when I come through. Mean as ***, didnt even do my hair. I just dont give a ***, kunt. Pay for my sh*t and walk up to the cigarette counter (yeah I smoke when I got the roof down, who gives a ***). Bitch looked at me stuttering. Didnt know what the **** to say. Throw some money on the counter and bounce the *** out bro. Im a ***in boss, kunt
Posted on Monday, 26th September 2011