a Komershol
“hi…can i get four chicken wings and a grape pop.”
“oh shit…oh shit! is that johnny st. clair? oh shit!”
“yo…what’s goin’ on?”
“oh shit! that’s him! st. clair in the motherfuckin’ flesh!”
“ha…”
“johnny motherfuckin’ st. clair…yo man…i love the blog. i read it, like, faithfully…”
“thanks”
“oh shit! yeah man! HEY! it’s st. clair over here!”
“easy…”
“ST. CLAIR! YEAH! johnny don magic juan…man…seriously…i love it. me and my moms read it all the time!”
“uh…”
“hey man…i hear you got a book coming out! where can i get it?”
“uh…”
“is the doktor doin’ it to? where is he? oh shit! that him out in the car?”
“yeah, uh…”
“yo dok! that’s my motherfuckin’ boy right there…dok! DOK! goddamm…he is a nasty motherfucker ain’t he…”
“hey man…i appreciate…”
“johnny st. clair! YEAH! come on, tell me a gay joke…”
“listen man…that’s not what…i mean, that’s not all…look, i’m just trying to get some food…”
“yo…wait ‘till i tell everybody. they ain’t gonna believe it! i love that shit man…YEAH!”
“ha…”
“listen, man…”
“what’s up?”
“can i borrow a dollar?”
“what?”
“come on man…let me get a dollar…or one of those chicken wings…”
“you serious?”
“that might not even be chicken man…you shouldn’t buy food from these carts…get yourself a chopped fuckin’ cat up in here…know what i mean? HA HA…YEAH…st. clair over here everybody!”
“a minute ago, you were telling me how…”
“can i get a dollar?”
“what?”
“a dollar man…can i get one?”
“fuck no you can’t get a dollar.”
“come on man, it’s just a dollar. i know you got some…ok, ok…check out these chains. twenty-four motherfuckin’ K…got ‘em off some white people in…”
“you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”
“awwww…come on man…i can’t get a dollar or something?”
“no!”
“man…i need bills…greens…dividends.”
“get the fuck outta here.”
“fifty cent? a quarter? somethin’…”
“oh shit…oh shit! is that johnny st. clair? oh shit!”
“yo…what’s goin’ on?”
“oh shit! that’s him! st. clair in the motherfuckin’ flesh!”
“ha…”
“johnny motherfuckin’ st. clair…yo man…i love the blog. i read it, like, faithfully…”
“thanks”
“oh shit! yeah man! HEY! it’s st. clair over here!”
“easy…”
“ST. CLAIR! YEAH! johnny don magic juan…man…seriously…i love it. me and my moms read it all the time!”
“uh…”
“hey man…i hear you got a book coming out! where can i get it?”
“uh…”
“is the doktor doin’ it to? where is he? oh shit! that him out in the car?”
“yeah, uh…”
“yo dok! that’s my motherfuckin’ boy right there…dok! DOK! goddamm…he is a nasty motherfucker ain’t he…”
“hey man…i appreciate…”
“johnny st. clair! YEAH! come on, tell me a gay joke…”
“listen man…that’s not what…i mean, that’s not all…look, i’m just trying to get some food…”
“yo…wait ‘till i tell everybody. they ain’t gonna believe it! i love that shit man…YEAH!”
“ha…”
“listen, man…”
“what’s up?”
“can i borrow a dollar?”
“what?”
“come on man…let me get a dollar…or one of those chicken wings…”
“you serious?”
“that might not even be chicken man…you shouldn’t buy food from these carts…get yourself a chopped fuckin’ cat up in here…know what i mean? HA HA…YEAH…st. clair over here everybody!”
“a minute ago, you were telling me how…”
“can i get a dollar?”
“what?”
“a dollar man…can i get one?”
“fuck no you can’t get a dollar.”
“come on man, it’s just a dollar. i know you got some…ok, ok…check out these chains. twenty-four motherfuckin’ K…got ‘em off some white people in…”
“you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”
“awwww…come on man…i can’t get a dollar or something?”
“no!”
“man…i need bills…greens…dividends.”
“get the fuck outta here.”
“fifty cent? a quarter? somethin’…”
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 11:58 PM
5 Comments:
Fuckin bi'ach. Punk ass ain't gimee no dolla, no nothin. Calls me by my gov'ment name. What a punk-ass. Next time I see that bitch, gonna slap him like I own'em. And his masa, the Dok? Gonna punk his ass like he wishes St.Crotchenrot could.
Bet you dollas to fuckin crack rocks they gay.
Fucking, fuckie fucks!
___Rone from home___
look at the fuckin' time on that one...
must mean he is on a bender, just got outta the drunk tank, or found an 18+ dance party...
for fuck's sake, keep some decent hours!
~ macktastic st. shizzle
ma-fuckas is always axin' me, how'd i get started. i don't know how i got started.
next question.
~ mc ashtray
LISTEN!
what is Our monument to freedom?
you better think about that one motherfuckers!
~ johnny x
Wait.
Wait...
...Wait...
Ahhhhhhh.
There she is.
Farted.
Doc-its NOW time for sleep
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