Young thug #1: Shit son, you about to tell me she did what?
Young thug #2: Mmhm.
Young thug #1: Aw man that shit ain’t right. That shit just ain’t right. How she gonna do that an’ not pay? I mean I know she a hooker an’ all, but she coulda at least shared her fuckin’ cheetos.
Young thug #2: Mmhm.
Young thug #1: Or asked if she coulda bought your ass your own bag of cheetos! [cups hands to mouth to make announcement] Excuse me people, I have a very serious situation here: Can a brotha get some cheetos? A brotha needs some cheetos, and that is not somethin’ to fuck with.
Random, considerably older thug: Ay man, cut that shit out.
Young thug #1: Whatever, it just ain’t even that big. Your girl’s butt? It just ain’t even that big. [turns away, yells to crowd] Ay! Did I not just say I need some CHEETOS UP IN HERE?

Block E
Overheard by i forget what we’re calling “cheetos” these days.

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