Long Day (For Thugs)

What Do Yo ass Wanna Do Today?

You're chillin up in tha livin room smokin brunch by yo ass. Yo ass went ta bed without anythang on, so dis mornin you put on a pair of pantizzles n' one of Sethz shirts dat was lyin on tha floor. Yo ass can't quit thankin bout what tha fuck happened last night. Thatz tha straight-up original gangsta time up in a while dat Seth had done somethang like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all. It was dunkadelic yo, but you felt bad dat he went ta bed unsatisfied. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Hopefully I can make it up ta his ass soon...

Seth just gots back from his crazy-ass meetin n' he be straight up in his crib upstairs hittin dat shizzle as usual. You're just glad he won't be gone all dizzle todizzle. Yo ass could easily go upstairs n' return tha favor from last night yo, but you decizzle ta just let his ass work.

Yo ass begin surfin all up in tha channels on televizzle. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. You're not shizzle what tha fuck yo ass is lookin for, 'cause there aint a shitload of shows you like nowadays. Yo ass finally settle on some random chick flick on Lifetime.

After a while yo ass is finished smokin yo, but you don't wanna leave cuz yo' buggin outom has caused you ta become invested up in tha porno. Yo ass pick up tha remote n' turn up tha volume fo' realz. As you do so you hear footsteps creepin down tha stairs n' tha fuck into tha kitchen.

Yo ass point yo' head towardz tha kitchen, keepin yo' eyes on tha tv, n' yell, "I done cooked up brunch if you want any!"

Dude strutts tha fuck into tha livin room n' sits on tha couch up in a exhausted way, then sighs.

"Whatz wrong?" you ask yo, but you already know tha answer.

"Work. I never have just one dizzle ta chillax. Even when I aint gots ta go anywhere I still have ta fill up paper work at home. It aint nuthin but gettin ta be too much." he says, leanin back so his head is restin on tha cushion behind his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude sighs again, "What is you watching?"

"I muthafuckin have no idea yo, but it seems pretty phat." Yo ass look over at him, n' he be straight clearly over worked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude aint muthafuckin shaved todizzle, n' his afro is messy.

Yo ass put yo' plate on tha coffee table up in front of y'all n' move closer ta Seth, restin yo' head up in his fuckin lap. "Why don't you just take tha rest of tha dizzle off, biatch? Yo ass aint gots another meetin until dis weekend."

Dude looks down, "I suppose. But what tha fuck is our crazy-ass asses gonna do?"

"Our thugged-out asses could just stay home n' chillax." you turn on yo' back so yo ass is grill ta grill wit his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude reaches fo' yo' head n' runs his wild lil' fingers all up in yo' afro n' says, "Soundz phat ta mah dirty ass." then weakly smiles.

Yo ass turn back on yo' side n' continue watchin tha porno. Just as you start ta git invested again you hear a loud meow comin from tha kitchen.

"I be thinkin Chesterz hungry."

Yo ass git up from Sethz lap n' head towardz tha kitchen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass try ta reach tha cabinet above tha refrigerator but itz too high up, "Seth could you come git tha pussaaaaay chicken down please?" Dude strutts up in holdin his back yo. Dude must be achin from chillin up in his crib chair all morning.

As he reaches up you hear his ass groan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Is you aiiight?" you ask, a lil worried.

"Yeah." Dude handz you tha bag. Yo ass shake it a lil so tha pussaaaaay hears it yo. Dude comes hustlin, weavin his dirty ass around yo' legs as you strutt ta tha chicken bowl fo' realz. As you bend over ta pour tha chicken, you hear Seth clear his cold-ass throat n' leave tha room.