My friend Michael is so cool. He lives in Harlem. He's kind of chubby, but he's also attractive.
One night, some rowdy niggas be hanging around his porch, and he walk outside and be like "Sup bitches, be quiet, I'm tryina' play some league with mah bitch"
The rowdy gorilla niggas puffed up and said "Bitch you dun say what we do on yo property" That made Michael mad, and he tore his shirt off,
growing massive muscles, and beautiful chest hair. He then grips his chest hair with his giant sausage sized muscle fingers, and tore it from his flesh
"Chest hair is for bitches" he yelled before stomping all the niggas in a 5 mile radius, to give himself peace and quiet. He went and sat back in his
room with his dob Dogglemint, and petted it happily. He put his headset bac k on and said "Aight guys I'm back" and I said "Michael you are so beautiful
and manly, please let me give you a firendly honur on league" and he said "I would like that Andy, you are just ase sexy and brolic as me...-almost-"
and we laughed and high-fived through the intrenets.