Bruh, I'm watching this shit like "I'm so glad there were no camera phones back inna day".
My whole crew done took some drunk L's back then. One of my boys threw up all over a stripper's back on his birthday. We had to prop that muhfucka up against his front door, rang the doorbell so his momma would open it, and bailed the fuck outta there.
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