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swole
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Nope, it wasn't about sex.
I was wearing a fresh outfit, walking through Uconn's campus on a beautiful spring afternoon. For some reason, there was a "black" part of campus, aka the ghetto. Well, me and my boy walked through it and got jumped by a bunch of black dudes. (LOL) one of them threw my hat and shirt on the roof of a dorm building. I was so pissed. It was a New Era fitted, brand new style and everything. We're all fighting, I'm telling the black dudes to chill the fuck out and that I've got nothin but love for them. Me and my boy left, mad pissed and bruised up a little bit.
WELL. Little did I...or they...know that in my dream, the SOPRANO family was actually, my family. HAHAAAAAAAAA. I go back to my apartment where Chris Moltisanti, Bobby Bacala and Tony himself were chillin. I told them what happened. They started flipping out and locked a few clips inside their handguns. We head out.
So. All 5 of us started creeping up on the "black" part of Uconn's campus. We isolate three of the black dudes who jumped me and my boy...then all hell starts busting loose. We're shooting at eachother, but nothing is happening. I'm like, "Chris, what the fuck, nobody is getting hit!" He then tells me all the guns are shooting blanks but Bobby Bacala's gun is actually loaded. The black guys stop running because they realize everyone is shooting blanks.
Out comes Bobby, in his goddamn conductor hat (just like in the last episode). He pistol whips these guys, and for some reason there's a bed in the middle of this yard and he's got the black kids sitting on it, gun pointed at their head.
I tell Bobby I would like a word with the black guys before he blows their brains out. So I'm sitting there, me and FUCKING BENNY FAZIO (LOL!!!) asking these guys what their problem was. One kid had a Che Guevara tattoo on his chest. I asked him if he even know who Che was. He didn't. At this point Bobby Bacala slices this fuggin kid's head off with a big ass sword. (This is the same kid who threw my hat onto the roof of the dorm building) The kid's head rolled onto bed. It was still talking. I shot the head. The other two black dudes instantly apologized. Being the merciful gangster that I am, I forgive and offer them a chance to make some money by selling New Era hats (which we jacked from a truck earlier in my dream) in the ghetto part of campus. I then woke up, upset that I wasn't actually a Soprano.
Moral of my dream: Stealing some guinea's hat and shirt is no way of getting ahead in life.
I was wearing a fresh outfit, walking through Uconn's campus on a beautiful spring afternoon. For some reason, there was a "black" part of campus, aka the ghetto. Well, me and my boy walked through it and got jumped by a bunch of black dudes. (LOL) one of them threw my hat and shirt on the roof of a dorm building. I was so pissed. It was a New Era fitted, brand new style and everything. We're all fighting, I'm telling the black dudes to chill the fuck out and that I've got nothin but love for them. Me and my boy left, mad pissed and bruised up a little bit.
WELL. Little did I...or they...know that in my dream, the SOPRANO family was actually, my family. HAHAAAAAAAAA. I go back to my apartment where Chris Moltisanti, Bobby Bacala and Tony himself were chillin. I told them what happened. They started flipping out and locked a few clips inside their handguns. We head out.
So. All 5 of us started creeping up on the "black" part of Uconn's campus. We isolate three of the black dudes who jumped me and my boy...then all hell starts busting loose. We're shooting at eachother, but nothing is happening. I'm like, "Chris, what the fuck, nobody is getting hit!" He then tells me all the guns are shooting blanks but Bobby Bacala's gun is actually loaded. The black guys stop running because they realize everyone is shooting blanks.
Out comes Bobby, in his goddamn conductor hat (just like in the last episode). He pistol whips these guys, and for some reason there's a bed in the middle of this yard and he's got the black kids sitting on it, gun pointed at their head.
I tell Bobby I would like a word with the black guys before he blows their brains out. So I'm sitting there, me and FUCKING BENNY FAZIO (LOL!!!) asking these guys what their problem was. One kid had a Che Guevara tattoo on his chest. I asked him if he even know who Che was. He didn't. At this point Bobby Bacala slices this fuggin kid's head off with a big ass sword. (This is the same kid who threw my hat onto the roof of the dorm building) The kid's head rolled onto bed. It was still talking. I shot the head. The other two black dudes instantly apologized. Being the merciful gangster that I am, I forgive and offer them a chance to make some money by selling New Era hats (which we jacked from a truck earlier in my dream) in the ghetto part of campus. I then woke up, upset that I wasn't actually a Soprano.
Moral of my dream: Stealing some guinea's hat and shirt is no way of getting ahead in life.
