My night with Mohamor "Mad Dog" Khadaffi

So, I'm sitting around the other night and I get a ring from my homeboy "Mad Dog". He says he wants to get his party on. I'm like, "bet M.D. Just no RPG's tonight." He's all like, "Man sucka-fools be trying to get my knot." I'm like, "Don't even sweat that, money. Our shit's tight. You just get down to the club."

Yes, that's a bucket of beer...with tequila in it... with sprite. Somehow it all worked out. Notice the 4 straws? Only 1 was used- by moi.

You'd best not even think 'bout tryin to front.