Tight bro, tight.
My boss be clowin on my punk *** for chillin like a villian with my skrilla skillet and side of crip juice.
All comes up in my office and **** and is like "What you doin young man?" and I'm like 'Get outta my face foo!' and slammed the door in that shiz face. It was off da hook!
*Shudder*
I feel dirty. I'm going to listen to some Norweigen Black Metal now to cleanse myself.