Young, Dumb, and Full of Cum
Mar 11, 2018 19:47:35 GMT -5
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Post by Beau Del Sol on Mar 11, 2018 19:47:35 GMT -5
Young, Dumb, and Full of Cum
Young...
Is why I lost in the six pack elimination. Essentially it came down to three men: Myself, T.F.K., and Mr. Dion. My loss was made possible by pin fall executed horrendously by Dion. With each loss you gain experience and with experience comes wisdom. I lost because I'm young, as well as young for the sport we love. I'm inexperienced. The love of the sport is what keeps me going, my heart, my intensity, my lust to see lifeless bodies lay broken and annihilated at my feet. You boys see what I'm doing now? I haven't reached my pinnacle. I'm no where near peak status, so imagine what'll I do in a few more months. I'm just getting started kiddos. The warpath has already begun but you two are to naive and small brained to see the Frost Train coming down the tracks. Chugga chugga choo choo!
[John Frost was having a normal Frost morning. He was passed out across a pool table, the pool balls strewn around the half awake giant. A couple of women, scantily clad, laid across him, undoubtedly he had backed up his claim to plowing into a few ring rats. Frost sat up trying to gather his bearings and looks to be weakened by a ginormous hangover. As his eyes scan, establish, and take in his surroundings he sees that there was a major party at a Banditos club house. You could barely see the floor through all the men and women laying lifeless on the waxed bar floor. Then as he crawled off the table taken back by who was laid out on the floor, PAULY FUCKING SHORE! He leaned over giving him a slight slap until his eyes widened.]
Pauly: Oooooooooh! Hold on dude! It wasn't my fault! Peace and love browski!
John: PAULY FUCKING SHORE I fucking love your shit! Biodome was off the chain!
Pauly: wa- wait your that wrestler.
John: And?
Pauly: You have no idea do you?
John: Fuck no, I don't even know how I got here.
Pauly: It was fucking epic then T.F.K. Beat me up man! Then I ran into you guys and we had an orgy Frooooooosty boy!
John: He literally beat you up?
Pauly: Are you not seeing the black eye and swelling!?
John: It wasn't from the orgy?
Pauly: No broooo it was from T.F.K.! But that organized though, it was a rough one! Especially when Jay pulled out that big purple alien dildo!
John: Jay was here!? I don't even wanna know...
[Marshall came striding into the room in his boxers and stopping to take a double take while he smoked a cigar and scratched his nuts.]
Marshall: IT'S PAULY FUCKING SHORE! Son In Law was off the chain!
[Marshall wiped his nose snorting up some left over coke left in his nasal cavity, a white facial cloud around his nostrils. He stood in awe staring at Pauly.]
Marshall: Pauly you know how to party bro! Did I hear you say T.F.K. stomped you out?
Pauly: Yea browski and for no reason! I'm a laid back caaaat!
Marshall: It's been fun, it's been real, but it hasn't been real fun. Suck it easy Pauly we gotta ride we're headed home. Back to Texas where we are kings and speaking of kings the Kings of Chaos will take care of that man child.
Pauly: Wait! I wanna go to Texas! Yippeeee Kaaaaaye yaaaay!
[Pauly broke out into a flamboyant square dance, his feather boa swing through the air. He gave a bow looking up at Marshall.]
Marshall: Oh fuck it lets go your riding bitch Pauly!
Pauly: Bitch? What's bitch?
Marshall: Your riding behind me on the Harley.
Pauly: Eeeeeeew! Sounds nasty, your a dirty boy! Aaaaaah haha!
John: Wow. I can't deal with all this shit right now my head is straight bangin.
Marshall: Quit being a pussy we've got some shit to take care of. Club business.
[Marshall and the two men walked outside. John put on a pair of sunglasses and fixed his bandana as Marshall checked the beat up A-Dub sponsored box truck to make sure she's ready for the long haul down I-10.]
Pauly: Whooooooa, nice shades maaaan! Where'd you get those suncatchers?
John: The convenient store.
Marshall: Pauly your in good luck, you aren't riding bitch your driving this bad boy!
Pauly: Re-evaluate the situation browski! That's alotta truck to drive. You remember what happened when I drove the tractor in Son In Law!?
Marshall: Get your scrawny ass in the truck.
[Pauly hopped behind the wheel bouncing up and down on the seat. He stopped and you could see his nose sniffing a small unidentifiable odor. He looked into the back of the truck and his eyes widened has his heartbeat rose with his anxiety.]
Pauly: Wowzer thats a lot of coke and it's pure! This is life in prison brooooowski!
John: What the fuck?
Marshall: You wanted to go to Houston so you gotta be involved so we know you won't snitch.
Pauly: Duuuude, I'd never snitch!
John: We're taking around half a million dollars in coke to H-Town!?
Marshall: Fucking A right cuz. You said you had connections to heavy hitters there so we mine as well make bank while you wrestle your ass off.
John: Fuck it, let's ride.
Marshall: Hold on man I gotta grab my clothes!
Dumb...
Is what I was on this day much comparable to the night at Revolution. Coming back to H-Town, Houston, Texas, where I fuck with my people A savage city, one that I got intimate with as I lived life young and alone and ran with the bad boys of the gutter. Chilled with Rap-A-Lot records and was groomed for a while by Jay Prince and now it's time for me to completely submerge myself back into my "take no shit" attitude. Going back to being ruthless and let my nuts hang to my knees like they where made of steel balls clanging together as I strutted around the United States. Speaking of the good ole' U.S. Of A. This is a partial reason to why and the way I lost the U.S. Strap. I was holding back my aggression. I thought I was putting in JUST enough effort. It wasn't enough though, it wasn't 110% it was below a 100. So I watched my tapes and say myself taking blows I shouldn't be. I'm coming like an Original Gansta no holds barred, no heart, I'm just there to tear you limb by limb and find satisfaction in your extreme pain and discomfort. That's the kind of thing that makes my dick stand at attention.
And my ring intelligence is coming up especially with my brawler slash powerhouse styles it gives me more ways to put someone like Dion in a compromised position to chain move right into another powerhouse move. When I watch the tapes on you Dion I feel like I can see your attributes and your downfalls. You can't take a big blow like this big man can deliver. We've seen the proof, it's on tape. Somehow your ginger ass got a pin on me but like I've said before over and over in a one on one match with me it's a whole new spectrum of wrestling that is unique to myself and my style and you can't keep the pace ginger, your just to much of a pussy. A man who thinks he's a God? Well I'm Zeus and I will come from the top of the atmosphere through the clouds and onto you for the three piece. I am the baddest, meanest man on the A-Dub roster hands down.]
[Houston was on and poppin on this mid morning humid sunshine filled day. The A-Dub truck and about 15 Bandidos sat at the entrance of the Houston wards where gunplay was a daily past time and OG's regulated the area like wardens in a max security prison. Pauly was still in the truck and all the men stayed on their bikes as they idled at a deep rumble.]
Marshall: Let's go.
John: Wait... Some people are headed this way stand your ground.
Original Gangster: What you white boys doin in my hood? You lost? Go ahead and bust a bitch your GPS brought you the wrong way homie.
John: You don't know me do you Jag?
Jag: Nigga how you know my name?
Group of Gangstas: Nigga this shit ain't funny.
John: What? You think you boys are the only one with guns? Boys pull'em!
[John pulled a shotgun out of the leather sheath tied to the side of his bike as the rest of the men grabbed different types of guns, all of them pointed toward the group of men. John's shotgun rested on top of his handlebars pointed at Jag.]
John: It's Dirky Dirk my nigga. Why you bein so scary.
Group of Gangstas: These fools ain't gonna do shit Jag let's fill'em up with lead cuz!
Jag: Nigga shut up! You know who this is?
Unknown: Yea a mark ass bitch who got lost in the wrong city.
[John got off his bike tossing his shotgun to Marshall. He shook his arms and looked ahead at the man threatening him. His eyes scanned the rest of the crew.]
John: What's your name?
Pan: They call me Pan cause when I light a nigga up he grows up, feel me?
John: A fucking fairytale. Let me tell you how this is gonna work. I'm gonna bitch slap you and you're gonna say yes sir.
Pan: I wish you would white boy!
[John rared back after that without the blink of an eye and his big right hand open slapped Pan knocking him to his hands and feet. The other men stepped forward before being told to stand down by Jag.]
John: Quit being a bitch and stand up so I can slap the pussy outta your ass.
[Pan stood up staggering some as he bum rushed Frost. John threw his hand around his throat stopping him dead in his,tracks choking him as he turned reddish blue. Then BAM he slapped Pan again this time knocking him to his back. The big man stood over Pan delivering slap after slap. Even as Pan was unconscious he kept sending barrages of slaps across his face.]
Jag: Dirk! DIRK! That's enough bro.
John: Then tell your lil homie to learn his place before I kill him. Think I give a fuck.
Jag: Boys this is Dirk or as people outside of the Dirty Third call him "Big" John. You don't fuck with John he will slide you so quick your momma won't even have time to make funeral arrangements and that's if they can identify you through your fucked up face. This man will blow your head off your shoulders. Now... WHAT'S UP MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER! Bout time you came back to the H!
[John and Jag shook hands giving each other a pat, both grinning ear to ear.]
Jag: So what's up kinfolk?
John: See that truck...
Jag: What about it?
John: It's filled to the brim with the purest coke you'll find, straight from Cali.
Jag: Nigga you wild!
Pauly: Aaaaye! Brooooowskis this shit has me lit. It's muy beuuuuuunoooo!
Jag: PAULY FUCKING SHORE! Jury Dury was off the chain!
Pauly: And these internet posers say I'm burned out!
Jag: Come on bro bring this shit into the hood so we can see what's poppin.
[John crawled back on his bike and the truck along with the Bandidos slowly moved deeper into the neighborhood winding down potholed streets until pulling in front of a broken down house with multiple people mulling around on the porch.]
John: Open it up.
Jag: Boys go look at it me and Dirk have some business to attend too.
[The two men went into the house and sat down on an old leather couch. A coffee table sat in front of them with porn magazines, broken down weed, bottles of lean and shards of speed on top of broken glass. Jag started rolling a joint while John leaned forward cracking open a bottle of lean.]
John: one and a half mill.
Jag: Do What?
John: For the coke.
Jag: Nigga I think you got dropped on your head one to many times.
John: That's my price.
Jag: John you know the street price is around half a mil for that shit.
John: Yea stepped on. Jag that coke is %100 pure. Go look at it, it's clumpy and yellow. You step on this coke and condense it and you know damn well you'll quadruple profit and I'm giving this to you cheap. Your an OG you can push this easy and I've got more. It's also not called coke, it's called Frost.
Jag: We go a long way back and that's only why I'm going to ask this and make the purchase. Where is Frost manufactured?
John: I'm in the middle of closing some deals on property in Juarez that are already setup to start making Frost.
Jag: One and a quarter milli.
John: Deal.
[John pulled in the fresh taste of chronic as Jag walked off into another room. Coming out of the kitchen was a petite, tight bodied Latina. She stooped looking at John. In here pajamas she ran across the room leaping onto John, who easily embraced the impact.]
John: Hey Lorena I didn't know you where here!
Lorena: John I haven't seen you in over a year!
Jag: Well y'all found each other.
John: Y'all?
Jag: Nigga we all know y'all have a thing for each other. I'd rather her be with you then one of the pieces of shit from around here.
John: Girl did you miss me?
Lorena: Of course I missed you Pooter!
[Jag slid a duffel bag over to John who was receiving a kiss on the cheek by Lorena. He gave a big smile as Lorena got up and grabbed John by the hand leading him to her room as he bent over grabbing the duffel bag.]
Lorena: I'm still sleepy John I need you to cuddle with me.
Full of Cum...
Is what Dion is. A ginger dressed as a boring C.E.O. He probably lives his life without cum, a limp non-active dick in his soft as a "baby's ass" hand and obviously a magnifying glass in the other. Have you ever attempted jacking off in your little fancy chair and drink a cup of wine, Dion? Don't answer that it's rhetorical. You look like a goddamn pale ball of fire bouncing around the ring. Good thing Frost can cool you off, pun intended bitches.
Now onto the man filled with the cum. John and Lorena used to be together in between his prison stints then he got sent to Russia. Here Lorena would visit him, make him feel good and give him a reason to survive to thrive to get back on the street. She was a down ass bitch and John loved here, they loved each other. She was the gas to the fire. The spark that cranked the engine. She wouldn't make him soft shed turn him back into a killer. She was only soft with John and close friends. Don't get it twisted this bitch is bad.
[John and Lorena laid underneath the sheets of her twin mattress. Her head was on his chest, a leg dropped on top of his big body.]
Lorena: Thank you for being patient.
John: I love you baby.
Lorena: I love you too. I'm glad your not mad that I'm not ready to be intimate.
John: It'll be better if we wait. I'm just glad to smell you and feel your soft skin.
[Just as John rolled over to kiss Lorena Marshall busted through the door in a panic.]
Marshall: Hey! The goddamn show isn't here it's in Sacramento or some shit. We gotta leave now to make it!
John: You couldn't of fucking knocked dumbass.
Marshall: Lock the damn door dick licker.
Pauly: You guys ready. Ooooooh who's that foxy lady. Hmmmmm I belt you'd melt Alaska come to daddy.
Lorena: Come on you machismo gueto vato I'll stick you.
John: GET THE FUCK OUT. I'll be ready in a minute.
[John sat up sliding his jeans over his boxers. You could tell he wasn't ready to leave. It looked like he found some comfort with this crazy bitch. She leaned over giving him a kiss on the back of the neck, still in her pajamas.]
Lorena: Can't I come?
John: Not this time baby.
Lorena: Pooter please?
John: Aren't we taking things slow....
Lorena: I guess your right.
John: I do love you a lot and I will be back. Love you Mamas.
Lorena: Love you Pooter Frost!
[Frost, with no emotion, walked out the door...]
Yea... Young, dumb, and full of cum. I've obviously done a lot of stupid shit in my life. I'm over it. A new time, a,new start, almost fresh beginnings. Dion can you say the same? Set in your ways, pathetically and passionately believing you have the soul of a good. Brother cancel your psychiatric treatment because I'm gonna whip, dive, and slam you so bad your brains going to settle back into a proper state of cohesion. And yes I run with the street bro but this speech, these words, you know are words of an educated man. I've got a bachelors in... Well you'll find out...
Pauly: THATS THE FREAKIN END BROOOOOWSKIS! MUCH LOVE! FUCK T.F.K.
Young...
Is why I lost in the six pack elimination. Essentially it came down to three men: Myself, T.F.K., and Mr. Dion. My loss was made possible by pin fall executed horrendously by Dion. With each loss you gain experience and with experience comes wisdom. I lost because I'm young, as well as young for the sport we love. I'm inexperienced. The love of the sport is what keeps me going, my heart, my intensity, my lust to see lifeless bodies lay broken and annihilated at my feet. You boys see what I'm doing now? I haven't reached my pinnacle. I'm no where near peak status, so imagine what'll I do in a few more months. I'm just getting started kiddos. The warpath has already begun but you two are to naive and small brained to see the Frost Train coming down the tracks. Chugga chugga choo choo!
[John Frost was having a normal Frost morning. He was passed out across a pool table, the pool balls strewn around the half awake giant. A couple of women, scantily clad, laid across him, undoubtedly he had backed up his claim to plowing into a few ring rats. Frost sat up trying to gather his bearings and looks to be weakened by a ginormous hangover. As his eyes scan, establish, and take in his surroundings he sees that there was a major party at a Banditos club house. You could barely see the floor through all the men and women laying lifeless on the waxed bar floor. Then as he crawled off the table taken back by who was laid out on the floor, PAULY FUCKING SHORE! He leaned over giving him a slight slap until his eyes widened.]
Pauly: Oooooooooh! Hold on dude! It wasn't my fault! Peace and love browski!
John: PAULY FUCKING SHORE I fucking love your shit! Biodome was off the chain!
Pauly: wa- wait your that wrestler.
John: And?
Pauly: You have no idea do you?
John: Fuck no, I don't even know how I got here.
Pauly: It was fucking epic then T.F.K. Beat me up man! Then I ran into you guys and we had an orgy Frooooooosty boy!
John: He literally beat you up?
Pauly: Are you not seeing the black eye and swelling!?
John: It wasn't from the orgy?
Pauly: No broooo it was from T.F.K.! But that organized though, it was a rough one! Especially when Jay pulled out that big purple alien dildo!
John: Jay was here!? I don't even wanna know...
[Marshall came striding into the room in his boxers and stopping to take a double take while he smoked a cigar and scratched his nuts.]
Marshall: IT'S PAULY FUCKING SHORE! Son In Law was off the chain!
[Marshall wiped his nose snorting up some left over coke left in his nasal cavity, a white facial cloud around his nostrils. He stood in awe staring at Pauly.]
Marshall: Pauly you know how to party bro! Did I hear you say T.F.K. stomped you out?
Pauly: Yea browski and for no reason! I'm a laid back caaaat!
Marshall: It's been fun, it's been real, but it hasn't been real fun. Suck it easy Pauly we gotta ride we're headed home. Back to Texas where we are kings and speaking of kings the Kings of Chaos will take care of that man child.
Pauly: Wait! I wanna go to Texas! Yippeeee Kaaaaaye yaaaay!
[Pauly broke out into a flamboyant square dance, his feather boa swing through the air. He gave a bow looking up at Marshall.]
Marshall: Oh fuck it lets go your riding bitch Pauly!
Pauly: Bitch? What's bitch?
Marshall: Your riding behind me on the Harley.
Pauly: Eeeeeeew! Sounds nasty, your a dirty boy! Aaaaaah haha!
John: Wow. I can't deal with all this shit right now my head is straight bangin.
Marshall: Quit being a pussy we've got some shit to take care of. Club business.
[Marshall and the two men walked outside. John put on a pair of sunglasses and fixed his bandana as Marshall checked the beat up A-Dub sponsored box truck to make sure she's ready for the long haul down I-10.]
Pauly: Whooooooa, nice shades maaaan! Where'd you get those suncatchers?
John: The convenient store.
Marshall: Pauly your in good luck, you aren't riding bitch your driving this bad boy!
Pauly: Re-evaluate the situation browski! That's alotta truck to drive. You remember what happened when I drove the tractor in Son In Law!?
Marshall: Get your scrawny ass in the truck.
[Pauly hopped behind the wheel bouncing up and down on the seat. He stopped and you could see his nose sniffing a small unidentifiable odor. He looked into the back of the truck and his eyes widened has his heartbeat rose with his anxiety.]
Pauly: Wowzer thats a lot of coke and it's pure! This is life in prison brooooowski!
John: What the fuck?
Marshall: You wanted to go to Houston so you gotta be involved so we know you won't snitch.
Pauly: Duuuude, I'd never snitch!
John: We're taking around half a million dollars in coke to H-Town!?
Marshall: Fucking A right cuz. You said you had connections to heavy hitters there so we mine as well make bank while you wrestle your ass off.
John: Fuck it, let's ride.
Marshall: Hold on man I gotta grab my clothes!
Dumb...
Is what I was on this day much comparable to the night at Revolution. Coming back to H-Town, Houston, Texas, where I fuck with my people A savage city, one that I got intimate with as I lived life young and alone and ran with the bad boys of the gutter. Chilled with Rap-A-Lot records and was groomed for a while by Jay Prince and now it's time for me to completely submerge myself back into my "take no shit" attitude. Going back to being ruthless and let my nuts hang to my knees like they where made of steel balls clanging together as I strutted around the United States. Speaking of the good ole' U.S. Of A. This is a partial reason to why and the way I lost the U.S. Strap. I was holding back my aggression. I thought I was putting in JUST enough effort. It wasn't enough though, it wasn't 110% it was below a 100. So I watched my tapes and say myself taking blows I shouldn't be. I'm coming like an Original Gansta no holds barred, no heart, I'm just there to tear you limb by limb and find satisfaction in your extreme pain and discomfort. That's the kind of thing that makes my dick stand at attention.
And my ring intelligence is coming up especially with my brawler slash powerhouse styles it gives me more ways to put someone like Dion in a compromised position to chain move right into another powerhouse move. When I watch the tapes on you Dion I feel like I can see your attributes and your downfalls. You can't take a big blow like this big man can deliver. We've seen the proof, it's on tape. Somehow your ginger ass got a pin on me but like I've said before over and over in a one on one match with me it's a whole new spectrum of wrestling that is unique to myself and my style and you can't keep the pace ginger, your just to much of a pussy. A man who thinks he's a God? Well I'm Zeus and I will come from the top of the atmosphere through the clouds and onto you for the three piece. I am the baddest, meanest man on the A-Dub roster hands down.]
[Houston was on and poppin on this mid morning humid sunshine filled day. The A-Dub truck and about 15 Bandidos sat at the entrance of the Houston wards where gunplay was a daily past time and OG's regulated the area like wardens in a max security prison. Pauly was still in the truck and all the men stayed on their bikes as they idled at a deep rumble.]
Marshall: Let's go.
John: Wait... Some people are headed this way stand your ground.
Original Gangster: What you white boys doin in my hood? You lost? Go ahead and bust a bitch your GPS brought you the wrong way homie.
John: You don't know me do you Jag?
Jag: Nigga how you know my name?
Group of Gangstas: Nigga this shit ain't funny.
John: What? You think you boys are the only one with guns? Boys pull'em!
[John pulled a shotgun out of the leather sheath tied to the side of his bike as the rest of the men grabbed different types of guns, all of them pointed toward the group of men. John's shotgun rested on top of his handlebars pointed at Jag.]
John: It's Dirky Dirk my nigga. Why you bein so scary.
Group of Gangstas: These fools ain't gonna do shit Jag let's fill'em up with lead cuz!
Jag: Nigga shut up! You know who this is?
Unknown: Yea a mark ass bitch who got lost in the wrong city.
[John got off his bike tossing his shotgun to Marshall. He shook his arms and looked ahead at the man threatening him. His eyes scanned the rest of the crew.]
John: What's your name?
Pan: They call me Pan cause when I light a nigga up he grows up, feel me?
John: A fucking fairytale. Let me tell you how this is gonna work. I'm gonna bitch slap you and you're gonna say yes sir.
Pan: I wish you would white boy!
[John rared back after that without the blink of an eye and his big right hand open slapped Pan knocking him to his hands and feet. The other men stepped forward before being told to stand down by Jag.]
John: Quit being a bitch and stand up so I can slap the pussy outta your ass.
[Pan stood up staggering some as he bum rushed Frost. John threw his hand around his throat stopping him dead in his,tracks choking him as he turned reddish blue. Then BAM he slapped Pan again this time knocking him to his back. The big man stood over Pan delivering slap after slap. Even as Pan was unconscious he kept sending barrages of slaps across his face.]
Jag: Dirk! DIRK! That's enough bro.
John: Then tell your lil homie to learn his place before I kill him. Think I give a fuck.
Jag: Boys this is Dirk or as people outside of the Dirty Third call him "Big" John. You don't fuck with John he will slide you so quick your momma won't even have time to make funeral arrangements and that's if they can identify you through your fucked up face. This man will blow your head off your shoulders. Now... WHAT'S UP MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER! Bout time you came back to the H!
[John and Jag shook hands giving each other a pat, both grinning ear to ear.]
Jag: So what's up kinfolk?
John: See that truck...
Jag: What about it?
John: It's filled to the brim with the purest coke you'll find, straight from Cali.
Jag: Nigga you wild!
Pauly: Aaaaye! Brooooowskis this shit has me lit. It's muy beuuuuuunoooo!
Jag: PAULY FUCKING SHORE! Jury Dury was off the chain!
Pauly: And these internet posers say I'm burned out!
Jag: Come on bro bring this shit into the hood so we can see what's poppin.
[John crawled back on his bike and the truck along with the Bandidos slowly moved deeper into the neighborhood winding down potholed streets until pulling in front of a broken down house with multiple people mulling around on the porch.]
John: Open it up.
Jag: Boys go look at it me and Dirk have some business to attend too.
[The two men went into the house and sat down on an old leather couch. A coffee table sat in front of them with porn magazines, broken down weed, bottles of lean and shards of speed on top of broken glass. Jag started rolling a joint while John leaned forward cracking open a bottle of lean.]
John: one and a half mill.
Jag: Do What?
John: For the coke.
Jag: Nigga I think you got dropped on your head one to many times.
John: That's my price.
Jag: John you know the street price is around half a mil for that shit.
John: Yea stepped on. Jag that coke is %100 pure. Go look at it, it's clumpy and yellow. You step on this coke and condense it and you know damn well you'll quadruple profit and I'm giving this to you cheap. Your an OG you can push this easy and I've got more. It's also not called coke, it's called Frost.
Jag: We go a long way back and that's only why I'm going to ask this and make the purchase. Where is Frost manufactured?
John: I'm in the middle of closing some deals on property in Juarez that are already setup to start making Frost.
Jag: One and a quarter milli.
John: Deal.
[John pulled in the fresh taste of chronic as Jag walked off into another room. Coming out of the kitchen was a petite, tight bodied Latina. She stooped looking at John. In here pajamas she ran across the room leaping onto John, who easily embraced the impact.]
John: Hey Lorena I didn't know you where here!
Lorena: John I haven't seen you in over a year!
Jag: Well y'all found each other.
John: Y'all?
Jag: Nigga we all know y'all have a thing for each other. I'd rather her be with you then one of the pieces of shit from around here.
John: Girl did you miss me?
Lorena: Of course I missed you Pooter!
[Jag slid a duffel bag over to John who was receiving a kiss on the cheek by Lorena. He gave a big smile as Lorena got up and grabbed John by the hand leading him to her room as he bent over grabbing the duffel bag.]
Lorena: I'm still sleepy John I need you to cuddle with me.
Full of Cum...
Is what Dion is. A ginger dressed as a boring C.E.O. He probably lives his life without cum, a limp non-active dick in his soft as a "baby's ass" hand and obviously a magnifying glass in the other. Have you ever attempted jacking off in your little fancy chair and drink a cup of wine, Dion? Don't answer that it's rhetorical. You look like a goddamn pale ball of fire bouncing around the ring. Good thing Frost can cool you off, pun intended bitches.
Now onto the man filled with the cum. John and Lorena used to be together in between his prison stints then he got sent to Russia. Here Lorena would visit him, make him feel good and give him a reason to survive to thrive to get back on the street. She was a down ass bitch and John loved here, they loved each other. She was the gas to the fire. The spark that cranked the engine. She wouldn't make him soft shed turn him back into a killer. She was only soft with John and close friends. Don't get it twisted this bitch is bad.
[John and Lorena laid underneath the sheets of her twin mattress. Her head was on his chest, a leg dropped on top of his big body.]
Lorena: Thank you for being patient.
John: I love you baby.
Lorena: I love you too. I'm glad your not mad that I'm not ready to be intimate.
John: It'll be better if we wait. I'm just glad to smell you and feel your soft skin.
[Just as John rolled over to kiss Lorena Marshall busted through the door in a panic.]
Marshall: Hey! The goddamn show isn't here it's in Sacramento or some shit. We gotta leave now to make it!
John: You couldn't of fucking knocked dumbass.
Marshall: Lock the damn door dick licker.
Pauly: You guys ready. Ooooooh who's that foxy lady. Hmmmmm I belt you'd melt Alaska come to daddy.
Lorena: Come on you machismo gueto vato I'll stick you.
John: GET THE FUCK OUT. I'll be ready in a minute.
[John sat up sliding his jeans over his boxers. You could tell he wasn't ready to leave. It looked like he found some comfort with this crazy bitch. She leaned over giving him a kiss on the back of the neck, still in her pajamas.]
Lorena: Can't I come?
John: Not this time baby.
Lorena: Pooter please?
John: Aren't we taking things slow....
Lorena: I guess your right.
John: I do love you a lot and I will be back. Love you Mamas.
Lorena: Love you Pooter Frost!
[Frost, with no emotion, walked out the door...]
Yea... Young, dumb, and full of cum. I've obviously done a lot of stupid shit in my life. I'm over it. A new time, a,new start, almost fresh beginnings. Dion can you say the same? Set in your ways, pathetically and passionately believing you have the soul of a good. Brother cancel your psychiatric treatment because I'm gonna whip, dive, and slam you so bad your brains going to settle back into a proper state of cohesion. And yes I run with the street bro but this speech, these words, you know are words of an educated man. I've got a bachelors in... Well you'll find out...
Pauly: THATS THE FREAKIN END BROOOOOWSKIS! MUCH LOVE! FUCK T.F.K.