Day CCL

Dint Git None

     “Ya kidding wite…afta she sheet hawsef she wuzn’t giving up nathan, dude.

    

     “How about Sonia?”

     “Nah, afta she found out Oi wuz weally ina Moigy, she lost inast, man.”

     “Sooo…ya dint gits none, uh?”

     “First time in a long time, man. Usually they pee on theysefs like det, an it’s a piece a cake.”

     “So ya didn’t sco ah, uh!”

     “Dumb ass bitch hadda put acid ina punch, and screw evy thang up. Fo evybody!”

     “Oi loint a lesson hea dude…neva again.”

     “Wat?”

     “Oi will neva, eva drink any freaking punch any wa. Oi don’t ca if ya gwand ma don made it. Ya neva na wat some dumbass gon put sompen init, man. So, if I cain’t open it, an pou ah out one myself, I ain’t drinking it. Especially if I doesn’t na da peeps da, man. Ya dig!”

     “I hea ya man, boot who wuda thunk fom det cwoud, man. I neva wuda guess dem hoes…well, Sonia. But then again she being so facking hip, an sheet.”

    “Well det wuz then, an diz be na. I still feel just as weird, man. I’m still tripping, and trying like hell not ta panic, man. I was trying to quit diz damned nicotine sheet, but as I smoke, I feel some relief from the anxiety, man, from da panic. Smokes be cool wite na, man…but damn, I was like a monf wit out em, man, an na diz shit happens.”

     “Well at least Morgana got haws, ya na.”

     “Watcha mean?”

     “Well…she wuz hasing fun making alla dem cats shit theysefs, an na she don shit hawsef.”

      “Yea, na she na how it feels, uh.”

      “Yea, it kinna balances da scoah, uh.”

      “He hee heee…wish ida seen det shit, man.”