On GP (General Purposes)

Guess what happen to me today?

i droped my muthafuckin cell phone, in the muthafuckin toilet!

ugh nigga huh?

well the toilet was piss-less before i droped that bitch in there. so i escaped having to reach my hand in a piss filled toilet bowl. however… my phone was still muthafuckin folded! it was about to get back to workin for a second. then it decided to just say fuck it and the muthafucka died on me. it was a 300 dollar phone and a nigga didnt have no muthafuckin ins. ! bitch! what a dumb ass problem to have! huh?

i was all prepared to suck it up. man up. and go to verizon and shell out however much doe i had to, to get another fuckin phone. i get there and God was smiling on me today, because i get there… and the homies sister is behind the counter. now me and this girl dont know each other all that well. and she has a man she been with for a good min. so it aint like i can flirt my way into a new phone… so i just had to be like hey, remember me? Marc’s homeboy? whats good with a new phone? lol she remembered me. and hooked a nigga up. i told her what happen n shit… she was like let me see your phone…………. hold up, you cleaned it off first right? lol at first i thought i was about to have to give up 40 bucks for a battery. but nope. got off scott ass free. it goes down! i have a brand new phone. just like the one i had before. and im a happy nigga… except for the fact that i no longer have ANY of the numbers that was in my old joint. fuck it. cant win em all.
so… if i possibly had your number…. email that shit to a nigga. so i can get my shit back to where it was, all the way. ( o at )

that was the second time i had to man up today. the first time was harder than the second time. but, good shit came from both instances. it goes down lol.

i got smiled on by God three times today actually. another time when i found out that my friend was ok. she got folded earlier in the week. i found out last night and was worried like a female lol. like oh no! had to man up and make that phone call. ( we havent talked for months, i was being an asshole ) a nigga was worried. but shes cool and shes gonna be alright. it cracks. and at the moment… i gotta few dranks in me. i was drinkin in pasadena tonite but managed to make it home safely. it goes down.

all this God smiling on me buisness is great. but i went and took that dantes inforno test that was on calvins livejournal, and gotdamn! lol Calvins test result placed him at the 5th level of hell. ( dudly do-right face ass nigga ) But my black ass. i really did answer all them questions truthfully. and i knew my results was gonna come back kinda skanless. and wooo boy. there is only 9 levels of hell. my Black ass, my results placed me on the 8th level of hell. i was like GOTDAMN! lol i knew i was bad. but i didnt know i was that muthafuckin bad, shit! lol. the 9th level supposivly is meant for the “Trechorous”. and is where satan himself is suppose to chill at. i get my resutls back. and after i get over me being as fucked up as they come damn near. im wondering what i gotta do to step it up a notch and get that Treachorous label lol. Maybe if i didnt believe in God? that was one of the questions. I do actually believe in God tho ( dispite what some of you non-reading/my way is the right way ass niggas might think, assholes ). so i guess ill never be Trechorous lol. fuck it, im bad enough as it is lol. i know it. but im comfortable with it. i suppose thats why i got placed at level 8 lol.

anyway… a nigga like me is blacking out.

10 replies on “Guess what happen to me today?”

“worried like a female” –lol.

Um, OJ, you don’t have cell phone insurance? i used to have an expensive ass phone and had to get that 3 buck a month cell phone insurance to save me if I lost my phone or sumthin. It keeps me from havin them those Maccauley Culkin moments everytime I misplace my phone.

That 8th level is impressive. i scored with a high ass second level. That test is hard. i thought I was evil-er than that.

I have insurence on my phone now too. I lost the 1st one with NO insurence and had to dish out money for a new one, got the insurence n then i broke my phone.. but I got a new one!

LMAO your on level 9? I’m on 8!! im right the hell on behind you!

Poor OJ… Ewww at diggin’ in the toilet. I dont care what’s not in it at the time. And cell phone insurance is a beautiful thang. Dont let no one tell you different.

See, I know I’m a wonderful person. I’m smilin at all y’all from purgatory right this second, LOL. *pats self on the back*

Hey OJ it must be a Cali thing cause I’m sitting pretty in the 8th level.

I remember when I dropped my phone in the toilet. I had and I had to get the rubber gloves to fish it out. My toilet was clean, but the thought of sticking my hand in there without protection is out of the question.

And although insurance doesn’t seem to really do much other than make you come out the pocket a lil more a month, its worth it when stuff like that happens.

Dude i’m on level 8 in hell too.. and u know i wuz pissed cuz my christian ass goes to church every week, and does the goody goody routine.. lol.. or at least i thought i did..,. shit.. i pratically live up in church, go there a few times a week.. i was folded when I got those silly results.

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