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.