Dude, BF had me busting up today. We drove by Petco, Lil Focher's favorite store, and he asked if I wanted to bring Lil F to Petco one day, to see all the other turtles. Of course I would!
c: what do you think would happen if I dropped him into the tank of turtles?
x: I think he'd loke up on all the other turtles.
c: why do you say that?
x: he'd mob in there and prolly start a fight.
x: the other turtles would be like, "yo, where you from, ese?"
x: Lil Fawker'd be like, "yo, I ain't no ese, homie. I'm from the Westside!" (which he is)
x: and then he'd get into mad squabs w/ all the other turtles, even though he's outnumbered.
x:...he's a gangsta, for realz...
I was dying! Well, maybe you just had to be there. Or maybe I'm the only one that would

Every so often, I wonder if Lil F is lonely. I swear he's bored when I catch him blowing bubbles or getting stuck under his basking log since he has nobody to play with. But nOooOoo, I'm not allowed to get a playmate for him b/c he'd probably try to eat any other turtle.
On a separate thought, sorta related thought, I totally want to get more ink done. This time, a turtle. Yes, I'm obsessed with turtles.
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