I'll bite...I don't know y'all asses...
WARNING: Ho post
So there is this bootleg spot here that makes the best, strongest drinks EVER. I'm going back and forth between Patron margaritas and Long Islands like it's nothing and I see my old cut buddy. I had been cut him of because I suspected he had a girlfriend, but I'm a horny drunk so none of that registered.
For some reason we ended up at the Circle K. I remember dragging him in the bathroom and whipping it out. I'm sitting on the sink and we're going at it like beasts. All of a sudden, the door swings open. Mind you it was one of those one toilet, one sink deals and the door opened outwards. Literally everyone who had just gotten outta the club and was in this gas station is looking at us going at it like bunnies.
I yell at the girl, "B!tch, close the
ing door!" She proceeds to yell, "Yo, they getting it in."
He's trying to pull away but my drunk ass didn't wanna stop. Finally he says something bout police. I jump up, snatch my dress down, forget to even grab my panties, and we literally run back to my homegirl's car.
He follows us back to my place, but for some reason we
in his car right outside my building.
I still see the girl who opened the door on us around
Judge away *Kanye shrug*