So anyway, K.C. calls me up and asks me to bring her some cigarettes, right?
Now, I'm on the phone with her and she hangs up with me right as I am leaving 7-11.
Not 5 blocks away from the store, she calls me back and tells me that a sicko perv visiting his friends across the street came up too her and harassed her like 3 times in the course of the time it took me to leave the store. Her mom had to come out and threaten him with blunt force trauma.
I get there and she's on the phone with her boyfriend, and she's telling us about this guy.
I sit on her porch with her and smoke a cigarette while drinking a soda she gave me. After finishing my soda, I realize that I really have to pee. K.C. points out the guys car to me, so I have her watch my back while I casually strolled over to his vehicle. I pissed on his tire, all over his rim, on his car body, and then I cleaned myself off with his driver side car door handle. The moral of the story? Don't fuck with my friends! LMAO!!!!!!!!
Song going through my head..."NA NA NANA NA NA NANA!" (Mission Impossible theme)
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