Long Day (For Thugs)

Decorationz

Yo ass pull down tha attic ladder n' climb up. Yo ass spot tha light switch n' turn it on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. You're squinting, tryin ta spot tha box marked Chrizzle Decorations. Yo ass begin pushin n' pullin other boxes outta tha way n' you hear a noise behind yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass turn quickly n' you hear Seth chuckle.

"Haha, need any help, biatch? What'cha lookin for?"

"Da Chrizzle decorations box. I swear I put it under these boxes last year but I just can't find dat shit." you respond.

Dude starts liftin boxes n' readin them. Yo ass turn around n' up in tha corner you finally spot dat shit. "Oh, there it is." Yo ass strutt over ta it n' bend down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. When you try ta lift you cook up a gruntin noise, itz too heavy.

Dude chucklez again, "Here let mah crazy ass git dat fo' yo thugged-out ass." As he lifts it you peep his crazy-ass musclez flex, you can't believe how tha fuck much his hittin dat shizzle up has paid off.

Yo ass quickly climb down tha ladder so dat you can help his ass carry tha box down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude leaves it on tha edge of tha attic openin n' climbs down a lil. "Here, you git dat side, I be bout ta git dis side." he says. Yo ass raise yo' arms as he gently pulls down tha box n' shifts a lil bit of itz weight on yo thugged-out ass.

Once he be straight all tha way down he takes tha entire box, "Where do you want it?"

"Just put it up in tha livin room." Yo ass both strutt tha fuck into tha livin room n' he places it up in tha middle of tha floor.

"So, yo ass is goin ta decorate tha tree?"

"Yeah. Wanna help?"

"Of course!" he respondz cheerfully.

Yo ass go tha fuck into tha kitchen n' brang back a pair of scissors yo. Dude automatically takes em from you n' stabs em tha fuck into tha box, cuttin tha tape dat was keepin it closed.

Dude pulls up some multi-colored lights, "Letz peep if these still work." Dude strutts over ta a outlet next ta tha tree n' plugs em in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As soon as they turn on he looks over ta you like a buckwild lil pimp n' lets up a high pitched "Yay!" Yo ass giggle n' start siftin all up in tha oldschool decorations.

Yo ass clearly remember spittin some lyrics ta his ass dat you needed ta git freshly smoked up decorations yo, but you suppose he has mo' blingin thangs on his crazy-ass mind lately, like tha Ted DVD bein busted out. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Seth, next year our crazy-ass asses have ta git freshly smoked up decorations."

"Okay, our crazy-ass asses will."

"Promise?"

Dude looks over at you wit a genuine smile n' says "I promise."

Dude starts untanglin tha lights from each other as you lift some ornaments outta tha box. Yo ass reach deeper n' feel a sharp pain up in yo' hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass jump back, "FUCK."

Seth looks up at you quickly n' almost shouts, "What?"

Yo ass look down at yo' hand n' peep a small, thin piece of glass lodged up in yo' palm. "I fuckin cut mah dirty ass."

Dude standz up n' gently grabs yo' arm, inspectin it fo' a while before finally saying, "Come here." Dude leadz you ta tha kitchen n' sits you down on one of tha bar stools yo. Dude gets a big-ass bandaid outta tha cabinet along wit some Hydrogen Peroxide yo. Dude has you stand up again n' leadz you ta tha sink.

Dude holdz yo' wrist above it n' says, "Look at mah dirty ass." Yo ass turn ta his ass questionably, then wit one fast motion he pulls tha glass outta yo' hand.

"OW FUCK." you shout angrily.

"It aint nuthin but aiiight, itz almost over." Dude grabs tha Hydrogen Peroxide n' pours a lil over tha wound. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Even though it don't stin dat much, it still stings enough fo' Seth notice tha grill yo ass is bustin yo. Dude starts rubbin yo' arm wit his other hand ta comfort yo thugged-out ass.

After a while he takes a rag n' drys it, gently. Then, he opens tha bandaid n' puts it on tha cut. "See, wasn't dat bad." Dude kisses yo' cheek.

Yo ass both strutt back tha fuck into tha livin room n' you sit tiredly on tha couch. "Do you still wanna decorate?"

"Of course, our crazy-ass asses have ta do it tonight and we'll never git it done." you say.

"Well here, let mah crazy ass git tha rest of tha decorations outta tha box. Wouldn't want you cuttin yo ass again." Yo ass smile yo, but he be straight not lookin yo. Dude straight already pickin thangs outta tha box carefully.

Yo ass stand up n' strutt over ta tha still lit Chrizzle lights. Yo ass lift em up n' start awkwardly wrappin em around tha tree. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Seth looks up at you n' gigglez at how tha fuck much yo ass is stretchin yo' arms ta git tha lights around dat shit. By tha time he standz up ta help you, you've already almost finished. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Go git tha step stool from tha bathroom, please." you say.

"Our thugged-out asses don't need a step stool." he smiles. Yo ass peep his ass weirdly n' he bendz down n' puts his head between yo' legs yo. Dude lifts you up n' before you know it he be straight givin you a shoulder-back ride. Yo ass both start bustin up historically n' you grip his wild lil' forehead n' accidentally poke his ass up in tha eye. "OW" he be straight still giggling. "S-sorry" you can barely say it cuz yo ass is bustin up so hard.

"Told you our crazy-ass asses didn't need a step stool." he chuckles. You're still bustin up but you pick up tha remainin bit of lights n' wrap em around tha top part of tha tree.

"Okay, put mah crazy ass down." you say all up in giggles.

"No wait, you might as well put tha star up." Keepin his back straight he carefully strutts ta tha box, bendz his fuckin legs, lifts tha star out, then handz it up ta yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass raise yo' arms n' lower it onto tha top of tha tree. Yo ass lean back a funky-ass bit n' inspect it fo' realz. After a gangbangin' few adjustments yo ass is finally satisfied wit tha placement n' Seth puts you down.

Yo ass laugh n' turn around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude chucklez n' he kisses yo thugged-out ass.

"I ludd yo thugged-out ass." he says. Yo ass can peep tha boner up in his wild lil' fuckin eyes. "I ludd you too."