PARRRRRTAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!(O2A)

[dj]

Dustin sat in his small apartment room, thinking how he coulda managed to get arrested the day before his birthday. But meh...what did it matter. That was yesturday. He got outta his chair and walked over to the counter, where his phone lay. He picked it up and began to dial the number of his homie. The phone began ringing, and continued to ring, and ring, and ring, and ring.......

This bitch takes too long to answer his damn phone......

.............And ring, and ring. FINALLY, someone on the other end picks up.....

Yo fam...whats up? Get yer ass here so we can light up that fatty man...Then we hittin the bar and gettin DRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK!!!!!!!

[Jayceon Williams]

"What the fuck?! ............. It's yer ass again."

This nigga wanna get me locked up again. Fuggin' A...

Why was he not surprised it was his homie Dustin blowing up his phone? And going to get drunk and high? Why was he so not surprised?

"A'ight, nigga. Name the spot we hittin'. And I'm there. Lemme just roll some up and I'll be on the way. Fuggin' fiend."

[dj]

Bitch, stop...*pauses *Well um....stop yer bitchin. Today is my day. First you comin here to smoke that fatty....then we goin bar hoppin....Then yer ass can go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under of..........

He stared down at the fines he had recieved....Not the brightest thing to be doing just one day after getting released.....but who cares?

Soooooooo....Do you even know what today is bitch?

[Jayceon Williams]

"Nigga... You ghey... Quit YER bitchin'... Sound like my ex-girlfriend nigga.... Naggin' and shit...."

Dustin must be out of his rabid ass mind. Talking like that to Remmy. But then again, if this nigga was anyone else... STAB FTW. But he lucky. Dustin lucky he Remmy's homie. He shook his head.

"A'ight. Whatever nigga. What today is? It's a day like any other day. The fuck you mean what day it is? It's Friday. The day a nigga hit them clubs and find a chick to grind with. Whatchu mean nigga?"

[dj]

Dont tell me your broke ass forgot already?

This bitch forgot.......MOTHA.......

Nigga...IT'S MAH BIRFDAY!!! Thats why I called yo ass. Now get up outta that bed I know you layin in, tell the bitch to go home, and we'll get ya anotha one tonight.

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So basically what im saying is hurry yer ass up.

[Jayceon Williams]

"A'ight fool... A'ight... Happy birfday mothafugga'... Now whatchu got planned for the day? All we doin' is smokin' a little something, something at yer crib and heading out to the bars? That all you got planned? Nothing more homie?"

Remmy gets up off of the hotel bed that he was sitting on. Stretching a little bit as he gets up. A slight yawn. Yeah. He was in bed when Dustin's ass called. Nigga like a psychic or some shit. But he ain't bed no chick tonight. He proceeded to make his way over to the bathroom to check himself out. See if he was looking good enough to head out for the day.

[PornStar]

Where-ever these boys're headin'... Jason Arielle somehow caught wind of this... and? He's makin' damn sure that boy's gettin' his rocks off. How?

Sitting in the future meeting spot of the Blunt Brothers, Mr. Arielle inserts one of the plastic, blow-up nipples into his mouth and starts to blow. This dude oughtta love a threesome with a couple'a blow up dolls... ;D

[dj]

Thats all I got for now. Im sure by the end of the night though, you gonna be bailin me outta jail again......

But yeah, Get high, Get drunk, Get laid. Thats my plans fam.

He drops the tickets back down on the counter. He had to remember to pay those before they turned into warrants.......

[Jayceon Williams]

"A'ight. Sounds like a plan to me. I'm on my way. Holla Fam!"

CLICK!

He hung up the phone. And proceeded to get into the usual things everyone does. Mostly everyone. Brush his teeth. Take a shower. Get dressed. Tied that bandana around his forehead. Made sure he was matching alright and wasn't dressing like a damn fool. Atleast, not as much of a fool as he usually does. Grabbed that KILLafornia Sticky Icky Green he got from his homie out West. Rolled it. Stuffed it in his pockets. Got his wallet and other such things he'll need in his pockets. And then he was off out the door of the hotel room...

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20 some odd minutes of a taxi ride later....

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He arrived at Dustin's place. Walked up to the door. Knock, knock nigga. And he waits for that bitch to open the door up for him.

[dj]

.....Open....

Tonight is gonna be more fun then last night....

[Jayceon Williams]

"Nigga can't open a door for ya homie? Awww... Hell nahhhh..."

He stepped back against the hallway wall. Then he began to rush forward. About to kick that sumbitch off it's hinges. But stopped when he got to the door. Lucky ass. He ain't in the mood for kicking doors down. He just opens the door and lets himself in...

"WHAT IT IS MOTHAFUGGA?! WAKE YER PUNK ASS UP!"

[dj]

The minute Rem walked through the door...Dj turned the volume on the television down, as he was watching that Problem Child movie from way back when.....the one that had that one song in it ya know....

"It's my party, and I'll Cry if I wanna...."

Yeah....pretty much. He was watching that until Rem got there....

My ass is awake man....shit. Cant I watch some tv?......... Fuck it man, Fire that bitch up.

[Jayceon Williams]

Slams the door shut and just waves his hand at Dustin.

"Yeah, yeah. Watching them old kid movies and shit. Damn that movie old. Brings back memories. "

He reached into his pockets and pulls out a Ziplock bag filled with atleast six blunts in it. Rolled and ready to be blowed. He tossed it onto the coffee table before making his way to the couch.

"Got a light?"

[dj]

He tosses the remote over to Rem....the begins searchin his pockets. Nope. No light.

Nah man...I sure in the hell dont.

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But I got a stove sittin right over there.

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy picked up the remote and began to flip through the channels. He assumed that tossing him the remote meant he was done with this movie.

"Sounds good to me. Stove is better than me dragging my ass over here for nothing."

He stops on Nickelodeon. What's on? SPONGEBOB! YAAAY! SPONGEBOB! Remmy shrugged his shoulders and set the remote down. He leaned forward. Grabbed the ziplock bag. Opened it. Grabbed a couple of them blunts out. Tosses one to DJ and gets up off the couch. Heads over to the the kitchen. Ignites the flame on the stoves. Lights that blunt. Tokes that blunt. Loves that blunt.

"Yeah. That's the good shit."

He exhaled the smoke into the air and headed back over to Dustin.