I'm sad the weekend is over, but it wasn't a great one. I left the crib for the gym on Saturday, only to see that my tire was flatter than Mo'Nique's breasts.
Huzzah! I was still gonna try to push my joint to the tire shop, until one of the block niggas pointed out that the tire was too flat and that I would destroy it and the rim in the process.
Shout out to Brother Charlie for riding with me the last time I did that! He then informed me that "for five to seven dollars" he would put my donut on.
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