My Broda wake me up at 4:30pm tellin me dat ma dads on his way back and hes really gonna FUCK me up if I dnt those key.Shit now Im fuckd is all I thinkin,so I get up and look around the whole house and outside NO BACK......"Aaah now ima get it!" so I think that maybe wen I got back last nyt my Dog Buma wud hv torn it apart but yet again there are no remains of traces of ma bag.Shit wen Ma dad gets home he asks me if I found ma Bag I say "NO" he says ayt...Lol relax he didnt beat me up!(4 da 1st tym)he jst syd wer was I den I syd I went to a "Party" den he says wer nd I sat "I dnt emember but around" den he say u beta find that key before your mother comes home....Nd she will tell himto beat me up!Ag fuck nw I mst w8 4 ha 2 cum home.SHIT No more Drinkin 4 me.I SWEAR to ma self!!!!!!!!!!!
Ma Dog Buma that could have chewed my bag You see my mother went away 4 a funeral or something and I wa left at home with my brotha,Aunt and Father.My sister wasnt home because she stays at Res at The University of Johannesburg so two nights ago I went to the local Bottle store and bought my self sum Brandy(really its been a long tym).At 10pm ma aunt/helper went to bed outside(her room is a wendy outside)I then locked myself in my room nd started my little party I drank away and I think I got a lil carried away cuz I then decided Partyn alone is no fun I then snuck out to the local Pub wer I partyd lyk hell.To my amazment My Broda wa der to,I went over to his nd suprisingly he was so glad to see me he offerd me drinks and I syd no thanx cux really I was already sloshed.Then all I remember was being waken up in the by a hard thumping at my door.It was my dad asking me for the house keys(which I put in my bag when I left the previous night) i woke up with a FUCK of a Hangover nd looked real hard for the key but I cudnt find it.So my I shout to ma dad that I cnt find the key and he says "If you dont find those key im goin to beat you with a wipe" I wasnt suprised because hes done it plenty times before lol.so i jst fall bak on the bed and sleep.
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Sunday, 1 May 2011
Y Im Sick
Aah dis weekend was jst terrible....
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