Todizzle wasn’t a phat day, dat was what tha fuck Yuugi con­cluded round 5PM fo' realz. Afta his wild lil' playaz decided ta drag his ass ta tha beach all dat schmoooove muthafucka had done was chil­lin on tha sand smokin ice-cream while tha oth­ers had funk up in tha gin n juice n' shit. Of course, da ruff­neck did appre­ci­ate dat they did take his ass wit dem yo, but all dat shiznit seemed so use­less, seein as his schmoooove ass couldn’t straight-up swim. Da only other one whoz ass stayed largely outta tha wata was Chi­hon yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch had brought a funky-ass book dat looked way too heavy ta carry all tha way ta tha beach n' hadn’t looked up from it yet. Yuugi tried ta git her atten­tion three times already. Once ta ask her why her dope ass didn’t loot a e‑reader, once ta ask her if dat biiii­atch wanted some ice-cream too n' once cuz her big-ass booty seemed ta be pimpin sun­burn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But her dope ass didn’t react ta his ass at all. Da book must’ve been too entertaining.

And so Yuugi decided dat dis was a wack dat n' it had ta be over soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So his schmoooove ass could do other thangs. Things without sand n' gin n juice n' shit. Mainly just thangs without gin n juice n' shiznit fo' realz. And afta 15 or so ice-creams (he had lost count) Yuugi was almost cravin sut­tin' healthy. Or at least sut­tin' hot yo. Dude just sighed heav­ily n' looked all up in tha sky, hopin dat sut­tin' would chizzle. Even if drizzle would mean a ghetto of pain fo' his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude just wanted ta do sut­tin' dat wasn’t ‘bein on tha beach bustin noth­ing’ yo. Dude wanted it so badly, da ruff­neck decided ta pack his bags already fo' realz. At least dis way da thug would keep his dirty ass occu­pied. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

And as on cue, Hikaru strut­ted up ta his ass just when da thug was bout ta start. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch just went swim­min n' was wet all over yo, but where other pimps might ludd this, Yuugi just thought she looked like a thugged-out drowned pus­saaaaay fo' realz. And drowned pussies is fucked up ta peep. Because they’re dead, nat­ur­ally. “Is you leav­ing?”, Hikaru asked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Yeah, be thinkin so. I had every last muthafuckin fla­vor of ice-cream they push here so there’s not much mo' ta do.”, da perved-out muthafucka shrugged it off like dat shiznit was not a funky-ass big-ass deal yo, but Hikaru was smart-ass enough ta know da thug was bothered bout todizzle’s course of events, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. “I’m sorry our phat asses dragged you along yo, but at least you had Chi­hon wit you, right?” Yuugi rolled his wild lil' fuckin eyes. “Oh, she’s been like dat again n' again n' again huh…”, Hikaru muttered up in response. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch rubbed her head, before lookin like she just had a light bulb appearin above her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Oh, can you wait a lil longer, biatch? I wanna show you someth­ang yo, but I’ll gotta git dressed first.” Yuugi nod­ded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Sure, I can wait.”, da perved-out muthafucka holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Hikaru grinned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Okay, wait here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Don’t move. I’ll be right back!”

If dat shiznit was any other per­son, Yuugi was on his way home n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do. But Hikaru was his wild lil' freak­adelic hoe n' tha pimpin' muthafucka trus­ted her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So da thug waited, wit his bags packed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And as her big-ass booty holla'd, Hikaru was back within minutes, straight-up dried n' bustin tha sum­mer dress he picked up fo' her earlier n' shit. “Okay, I’m ready. Big up me!”, her big-ass booty holla'd, grin­nin n' foldin her arms. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked like dat freaky freaky biatch had a plan, so Yuugi fol­lowed her without askin any thangs fo' realz. And da thug was glad dat da ruff­neck did when they reached they des­tin­a­tion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Hikaru had brought his ass ta a raised n' paved part of tha beach. But dat wasn’t tha phat part. “Yo ass betta peep what tha fuck you was gonna miss up on?”, Hikaru asked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yes, Yuugi could peep dat shit. “It’s makin mah game hard, Hika-chan.”, he muttered, strut­tin up ta her n' takin her hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “I gotta decizzle what’s pret­tier n' shit. Yo ass up in dat sun­dress or tha sun­set you showin mah dirty ass.” Dude giggled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “But I be thinkin I figured it out. Da sun­set is com­pli­mentin yo thugged-out ass.” And Hikaru, prob­ably tha one whoz ass would slink back tha fuck into her defense-lines, just smiled while blush­ing, n' held Yuugi’s hand as they stared all up in tha sun­set. Maybe todizzle wasn’t dat wack afta all.

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