for real no lie
This was years ago before Rose was even in the league tho and Boston had just won. I was at the beach huntin for pus*y with my n*gga and we got waved over by these older white lawyer bi*ches who needless to say
but before i smashed we were still at this picnic table outside of the bar on the sand. as these hoes are Oo'n and Awe'n everything i say these corny a.ss wigger with a Paul Pierce jersey comes over and starts trying to intercept and sh*t
The girls just ignored him and for whatever reason he passed out on the table next to us.
But since we on the beach, i had my shirt off. Bouncer comes around and I guess it was late or something so he starts telling me i have to get a shirt or some sh*t. so I was just tellin em go fu*k yourself basically and finally him and his boys all show up so i look around. The wigger kid is gone but his Paul Pierce jersey is still there so i grabbed it (sh*t was Extra Medium a n*gga looked hilarious) put it on and
@ the bouncers while the girls laughed.
Later on that night tho leavin the girls hotel i had to take a mean sh*t and i was all tired n sh*t from walkin n sendin that grad school bi*ch in a coma so i couldn't make it back to a store with a toilet so a n*gga squatted on the side of the library on some Smokey from Friday sh*t
had nothing to wipe my a.ss with so I looked at the White Paul Pierce jersey draped over my shoulder and the rest is very brown and very dirty.