So I’m heading to my hometown for the holiday weekend. (Peace up! A-town down!)
My brother just texted me innocently wondering if I was coming tonight or tomorrow.
Things quickly spun out of control. Here’s the transcript:
Meathed11: U comin home 2nite or 2morrow broski?
Ken: Probably tomorrow morning. Why?
Meathed11: Just wondering
Ken: You’re planning to kill me. You fuck! I won’t go down without a fight you fiend!
Meathed11: I was only plannin on obliterating ur ballsack
Ken: Hit me where it hurts, eh? Well, too late, bitch. I’m gonna cut it off tonite before you ever get a chance. Hah!
Meathed11: Damn! u win again
Let this be a lesson to all of you. I will cut off my own ballsack to keep you from the pleasure of harming it.
Now, back to work.