https://files.catbox.moe/uwbqmi.jpgBack in the mid 2000's I was a bit of a shit bag. I know, surprise surprise. Anyway, after a long night of drinking and chasing tail my buddy and I were headed home with nothing but a buzz. We stopped at circle K for some three am hot dogs. We used to pull this sham back then where we'd put two dogs on one bun with nacho cheese in the middle and chili on top. You'd put the hotdogs in a little carton, and the clerk would only charge you for one, but I digress. As we're heading in to the K some crackhead nigger pulls up on his bike and told us not to steal his bike. We wouldn't have done it otherwise, but god damn if that nigger didn't put the thought in our heads. Needless to say, when we exited the building we threw that niggers bike in the back of the truck.
I still think about that and laugh sometimes. Had to be twenty years ago.
Good times.
