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After surviving the attack of the Mexicans, my jeans started to rumble and 21 seconds by the so solid crew started to play. I thought Raggo, this is gonna be my yatti, I answered the call…
“easy der
itz Small Simon”
“easy Small Simon…wagwanin?”
“nuffin me iz juss chillin, yoo?”
“nuffin, was gonna jack da corner shop l8r tho, come we”
“yeah safe, safe, safe, I iz cumin opposite of left now”
I offed the fone…
(10mins
later)
My doorbell went so I jumped from the third step of the stairs and opened the
door in one movement. I welcomed opposite of big Simon into my yard and threw
him like bitch onto the sofa. I flickety flicked the light switch on and pulled
out a scroll from my tights.
The plan:
Leave the house
Jack the shop.
“what a boomlick plan” said Simon
( A few hours later)
We left da yard wid two Halloween masks and a toy hammer. We got 2 da shop and
me pick up this nice juicy brick and dash it through the masseeve windows, we
started struttin like we was dr dre and tupac in California Love. We went
straight for the porno magazines we couldn’t buy from there cos we was nervous.
We took our stuffs and jump out the shop and onto my sisters barbie bike which
was our getaway, I really felt like a propa gangster.
Half way down da road a
motherfunning po-lice! Car starts to chase us, I got out my water gun and
started to spray the motherfunners like the motherfunning funety funners they
all funning were. The po-lice! Tried to shoot me but I picked the boolet out of
da air and dash it back, it was a propa heavy, if you don’t believe me ask
anyone.
I got off me sistas bike and dash it in the living room as me and Simon bussed
upstairs and started to share da well off goodies.
Dose colar bottels were well heavy.
KNOCK KNOCK!
The door got knocked on, so I jump from da top step to be flexed by some two po-lice!
Officas.
“easy bluds!”
One of the po-lice! Turn me round like I was dancing with Ricky Martin and
handcuff me proper.
(Sunday morning)
I was in a jail sell me thort I was gonna starve dey try and feed yoo some
proper cack food. Some breh told me I got visitors…
It was Small Simon, he got off becos he said he’d set up the police wid some
bear arms and ammo. I felt like slappin him for not getting me off the hook…so I
did slap him…he got some propa borah and started cuttin me leg like a spud.
Preview of Pierce Tashio’s next tale…
I woke up in da hospital and some guy started 2 stroke me tellin me its all
mint….
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