Post by SickWaves Blackamura on Jul 18, 2017 21:34:06 GMT -5
#MyNameIsJoshua
Ya boy be on the line, hittin’ up that help desk cause you already know Comcast service be hella gay as fuck. Queue some fuckin’ Indian dude wit’ the thickest of accents.
: Hello! Thank you for calling Comcast Customer Service! Mah name ess Joshua! How may I be of assistance to you today?!Nigga, use ya inside voice god damn..
Andre: Uh...yeah. I’m havin’ trouble wit’ my internet connection.
“Joshua”: What is it you are trying to do?!
Screamin’ that shit straight off the script, huh? Smh..
Andre: I’m tryna record this promo for the wrestlin’ federation I be workin’ for, but ya damn shit service be suckin’ a fat one at the moment!
“Joshua”: Wrestling?! You know Maharaja?!
Andre: No?
“Joshua”: You know Hajeet?!
Andre: Uhhh…
“Joshua”: You know Udy?!
Andre: Uhh...yeah. I got a match against him later tonight actually.
“Joshua”: DEEEMONNN WOLF ESS NEWMBUR WAN! UDY ESS FUTURE OF COMPANY AND WORLD CHAMPEEUN!
Fuckin’ illiterate mark ass..
Andre: Yeah, whatever. Now how do I fix this shit?
This nigga be dead silent for like fifteen seconds before I be hearin’ that crackling comin’ from his end of the phone.
“Joshua”: Hello?!
Andre: Uh….hi.
“Joshua”: Thank you for calling Comcast Customer Service! Mah name ess Joshua! How may I be of assistance to you today?!
Oh...Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
*CLICK*
Fuckin’ tech support..
That’s Comcast for ya, cuz.
Whatever, bruh. I don’t need to cut no fuckin’ promo for people to understand that Imma lay some stank curry smellin’ nigga.
I take it this means you finna run ya mouth about dude to me instead then, huh?
Fuck you, nigga.
I’m just fuckin’ around. We both know you got this, bruh.
Of course I got this shit. It’s Udy, I been through this before. I know how homie works, real bottom of the barrel type muhfucker. He’s had fuckin’ months to make his brand count for somethin’ and what he be doin’? Not a damn thing but meddlin’ ‘round wit’ fellow D grade talent or bein’ fed to Rabid as a freebie defense or some shit.
Ay, this shit all about hardcore grindin’ though. This ain’t no technical ability. It’s on some dirty ass shit.
Just cause the lil’ faggot be blastin’ lamp heated Tandoori chicken out his back end don’t mean he be transferrin’ no hot fire over into a competent in ring performance, you feel me?
Yeah, this shit could be dangerous though if you have even a li’ bit of a misstep. Just keep that in mind and watch out for all them lights.
Endurin’ this kinda shit be in my blood. Even if Udy finds a way to drop ya boy onto all that glass, I got the heritage to take that shit. I mean, I been takin’ lashes from the Massah’s of this business for as long as I can remember. It ain’t nothin’. I’ve learned to take it from harder muhfuckers and I sure as hell been dishin’ it out on niggas way past him in terms of matterin’ for shit.
I’m in this shit for the whole week and beyond. You know ya boy finna show up ready to swing hang down like it ain’t nobody’s business. Udy on the other hand? This nigga finna be runnin’ on empty by Wednesday thanks to Kunta swingin’ dem long bulbs upside his dome. Udy ‘bout to be droppin’ to his knees to pray that Krishna grant him forgiveness. Problem is, even Krishna know he a bitch ass mark. Tonight, Imma grab an easy two points and toss that nigga a hard L in Yeezus’ name, amen.
Looks like your net back up.
Ayyyy!
Nevermind, it cut out again.
Fuckin’ Pakis..
