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[PancakeBrah]

Oh shit.

Certain vs. Meth.

Unexpected, a little weird, but it has potential.

METH; SAY SOMETHING ABOUT CERTAIN BEING JEWISH (i think he's jewish?)
CERTAIN; SAY SOMETHING ABOUT METH BEING A GINGER. HE ISN'T, BUT HE GETS REAL RILED UP.

LET'S GOOOOOOO

[Pent uP]

K im officially out

[Certain]

I'm not Jewish.

Meth isn't a ginger. He just eats gingerbread cookies all day while looking at close-up photos of Drew Brees' mole.

[PancakeBrah]

Why did I think you were Jewish?

[Certain]

Everyone thinks I'm Jewish. I have dark features and a big nose.

But you don't know that.

[PancakeBrah]

No, I don't.

On this point we will have to agree to agree.

[Fig]

@Certain another topical match concerning some lame feature of Meth?

[Certain]

I'm in. You pick the topic.

[PancakeBrah]

Fig tell me what your avy is.

[Certain]

If you don't know, it's too late.

[Fig]

I think the topic should be:

Meths special time with uncle chester

good?

[Fig]

Originally Posted by PancakeBrah

Fig tell me what your avy is.

It's a nipple

[PancakeBrah]

That's what I thought.

[Certain]

Originally Posted by Fig

I think the topic should be:

Meths special time with uncle chester

good?

OK. Due in 20 minutes.

[Fig]

Alright 20 minutes from right now though

muahahawa

[Certain]

"Meth, come down here," she called, "we have a treat."
His mother's voice caused him to retreat.
She was always trying to expand horizons and make him smart,
but the boy liked to play with his penis and trading cards.
That's when the shaking starts, the fits of manic depression.
Young Meth tends to spaz in irreverence when asked for his presence.
He prefers to stay in the dark, one screen the only illumination,
but his mother's concerned about everything he's consuming naked.
"Meth, come down here right now." There was no pause in her voice.
"But mommmmm," he whined so gayly he would've said "pause" for his boys.
But Meth had no balls to stand up to the woman who fed him,
so he stood up and went in to the kitchen with a look of resentment.

"Meth, you remember Uncle Chester, don't you?" How could he forget?
Uncle Chester was the coolest guy he ever had met.
Chester came up from Florida once every few months just to hang
and tell young Meth about the sluts he would bang.
"Meth, I think you're going to like this."
This call took the best turn.
"How would you like to spend some time in Florida with Chester?"
Fuckin' right, bitch! Young Meth thought but smiled instead,
preparing to get wild in bed with sluts begging to defile his head.

The plane ride to Florida was mostly talk about bro things
like raps and hos and basketball and coding.
But mostly they talked about this new website Chester was launching
Meth had no real reason for joining except that his Uncle had bought it.
But together they set out to be best friends for life on the Web, see,
that's when God of War named Meth an admin at Netcees.

[Certain]

I had to rush the ending.

[e11even]

Bomb af. Verse of the year. I've only been here for like two months.

[Certain]

@Fig

[PancakeBrah]

Fig is going to show.