Her: No way! I'm not doing that.
WOW what a b****, drive all the way here with MY food and don't give it to me? I'm 2 seconds off from going out there and taking care of this Benoit style. Only thing stopping me is my perfectly toned empty stomach, I can hear the grumbling and am finna get some nourishment. I’ll give it one more try…
Me: but im hungry
Her: You're an *******!
Apparently she’s got a stick up her a** or something, my instincts tell me to reply "i'll let you suck my d***" but then there’s a chance my food will end up in the garbage b/c she’s a f****** lunatic. No, can't risk that, i've put too much effort into this fourth-meal, time to make her regret her actions.
Me: wow lol oops. it was a joke. = (
Her: Really?
Me: yea come bring it to me here
Her: In your house?
Me: yea my rooms upstairs on left, walk in its open
Me: kk, gimmie a min = )
Busting straight out of my breakways i wheel over to my roomate yelling “SHE’S COMIN UP!!!!” so I tell him what the plans gonna be. Out the window I can see she's slutttin up for me in the car; i got a few minutes to get everything in place. I change into proper attire, pop in a CD, turn off the lights, and hide in the closet
I close the door to my closet and hear her footsteps on the stairs. The excitement is building inside me and I’m tryin not to bust. She opens up my bedroom door and sees the lights are off. She says, "Modus...?" and slowly inches into the room. At this point I’m certain she’s crazy, its near 2 a.m. and she’s walking into a complete strangers house and into a bedroom with the lights off.
She starts looking around and repeating my name, at which time my roomate slowly closes the door from the hallway. Grinning from ear to ear I slowly pull a pair of black pair of pantyhose over my face and and press the Play button on the remote control to my BOSE Acoustimass 16 Series speakers. Yea the system all together ran me a little under 2 gerrz but that’s just nickels and dimes for a stunna like me. Couple thou is nothin, nothing at all. not when ur movin dime bags of straight herbchron on the reg. With the speakers on full blast out erupts the Halloween theme song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWTD-nXadaI
The room is completely filled with the spine chilling award winning instrumental and she begins to panic and makes a run for the door. She’s desperately trying to pull the door open but luckily my boss a** roommate is holding his post and keeping the doorknob in place. She gives up on the handle and begins to scream and pound my door with fury. While shes concentrating on the door I walk out the closet and into the corner of my room. Plugging in my strobe light and producing my Italian made ivory handled 15’’ stainless steel butterfly knife I stand motionless, and wait for her to notice me.
Not long after the strobe light illuminated the room she let out a gasp and turned her back to the door. Her manic eyes began scanning the room, and the moment she spotted me I slowly tilted my head while staring directly at her. When her eyes caught the clean 15’’ blade reflecting off the strobe light she began to let out violent screams of terror and started to hyperventilate. Her wide bulging eyes slowly came to a close as she collapsed and fell limp on the floor. I take the pantyhose off my face to she’s lying unconscious, face to the floor. I glide over to scoop up my Tbell and start to chowdown as the strobe light continues to flicker throughout the room.