I ordered karate chops for lunch today, but the waitress had no idea what the hell I was talking about. Apparently, she must not have gotten the memo I sent out stating that pork will now be referred to as karate since racist cops tend to take offense to any word synonymous with oinker. She told me to visit next door because, coincidentally, there happened to be some type of dojo for kids with some guy named Tiger. (It sounds like a strip club to me.) She must not have recognized me as being a master, so I showed her my SHITCOCK, where she, soon after, asked me to leave. Finding that not many have been making attempts to adapt my techniques, I have chosen to abandon my style, only to create a new and even stronger technique called The PHISH. Originating from ancient scriptures found to be typed in an outdated, incomprehensible language, this martial art's literal translation is "The Pimp Hand Is Strong Hand." With this newly discovered artform, bitches that steal my cash will feel my wrath. Though I am still in the process of translating these ancient papyrus writings that was originally wrapped and tied around a brick possibly falling from an alien planet, I have found one of the important, ingenious adages of which many of The PHISH live by. It goes, "Hoe money for me. No money for you. Yo' money is my money. The fuck you gonna do?" This goes to show that whoever had written these ancient scriptures must've knew what the hell he was doing with his intelligence because no normal person in their right mind would be able to contrive such masterpieceful shit.
Sort of on the same topic, but not, I held two different conversations with womens today, and after a few laughs and an exchange of an embarrassing story, both declined my offer for
And I found this video, while trying to conduct further research on the whereabouts and origins of this newly developed style of The Phish I just made up a couple minutes ago. Enjoy.
Time wasted well is well wasted time. Whatever that means.
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