A repost of my last blog, but translated by my friend Jerome
Yo On uh completely different note then muh motha fuckin post uh few seconds ago, muh motha fuckin buddy Nick an' ah, in true backwoods style, go out deep into da woods wif uh .22 an' smok'd indiscriminately at sheeit dat dared ta move while we's wuz within eyesight or earshot. It wuz uh great tyme. ah also learned, cuz ah wuz informed by da elderly nigga who asked fo' muh motha fuckin ID when ah wuz purchasing .22 bullets, dat you gots ta be 21 in order ta gank .22 bullets cuz dey "can be used fo' handguns". As if dis here wuz somethin` new, dat gots just been invented an' revolutionized da ammunition bidness as we's know it. we's live in VT bro. brothas an' they mom's second cousin has uh .22 an' uh shotgun in they crib if not in they trunk. you prob'ly packing heat under yo' uniform monogramed polo an' just don' wants ta sell me bullets cause it looks like ah could gots fun wif dem instead o' stockpiling dem an' waiting fo' da ruskies ta invade through alaska Don' make me come ova there bitch...
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