Friday After Next Page #8

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Get back in the house!

Don't take anybody!

Y'all get the hell

out of my house!

My dick wouldn't get hard!

Whip his ass, Mama!

Miss Pearly, you ain't right,

trying to give my daddy V.D.

I'm calling the police on y'all, fool!

Well, get that lined up,

too, first, b*tch!

Go to hell!

Player. Player!

What's going on?

Ain't nothin', player.

Thanks for inviting me. I appreciate it.

Donna, get the car.

Come on, player.

Hey, them my vise grips, man!

Yeah, that's his nuts, too.

You can have them both back!

Look, I'm just saying, man,

let him go, and there

won't be no hard feelings.

No hard feelings?

Have you ever seen

a rottweiler bite a chihuahua?

No.

Me, neither, but it

ain't pretty, I'm sure of it.

Now you hold on

till I get in the car.

Dude, I'm not about to touch

his nuts or them vise grips.

- Oh, yes, you are.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are!

- Bullshit.

You invited me to this party,

ain't that right?

That's right. Whatever

y'all do, make it quick.

I think I'm gonna pass out.

No, no, no--

lt's your party, your pliers,

his nuts in your hand.

That's how it's going.

Donna, get the door.

I'll get the car door.

Give me a call

when you get a chance.

Yeah.

I'll call you.

Hold on.

[SlLENTLY] Call me.

- Hey!

- What?!

- Can you hear me now?

- Yeah.

Get these pliers!

All right. You ready?

I'm ready. I'm ready.

- You ready?

- Oh, I'm ready, player.

On the count of three--

- Here we go. One...

- On your balls...

- Two...

- Grab a handful...

- Three!

- Go!

Hey!

Donna, you can't leave me!

Hey, pimp in distress!

B*tch, I ain't--hold on!

How the f***

you gonna leave me?!

He gonna f*** the lining

out of Little Prince.

Code 1 1-32--pimp missing!

What?

You see that mother?

That-that's--

He the one

broke in the apartment!

You see him?

Yeah, he just went

through there on the side.

- You ready?

- I'm not going in there, man.

Stop being so scary.

All our stuff might be in there.

Why you always

got to be a hero, man?

Take your--go over there.

I bet something bite you in the ass.

I'm not going.

No, I don't want

to get bit in the ass.

Ten more minutes before Christmas.

Ten more minutes.

That's what I'm talking about.

Lord have mercy,

I'm tired as a runaway slave.

Let's see what I got.

Don't nobody get me nothin', anyway.

Oh, snap.

Dada.

I always wanted me a Dada.

Hell, yeah.

Extra medium?

Extra medium?

Hell, got to have something

for the skinny niggas.

Day-Day, this could be

our last chance.

You keep your timid ass here.

I'm going to get my sh*t.

Yeah, I roll to the club

just like this, baby.

Santa Claus up here,

grabbing me some wallets,

cigarette lighters, some car keys.

Hold it right there, you crack baby!

Yeah, let's get his ass, Craig!

Beat him, Craig!

...break in they house,

hit them with trees!

Hold him, Day-Day!

Turn around!

Ho ho ho, motherf***er!

Move, Day-Day!

Damn!

Damn, Craig! Get his ass!

Sh*t!

Mother!

Damn it, Craig, get up!

- Top Flight!

- Get his ass, Day-Day!

Go!

Damn!

Sh*t!

I caught you, didn't l?

Sons of b*tches! You don't know

who you're f***ing with!

I'm one of the coldest

niggas in the city!

Get out of my collard greens

and my mustard greens!

l'd like to blowed another hole

in one of your asses!

Dirty sons of b*tches!

Come on out of there!

Next time, I'm gonna shoot you

in the one that's winking,

not the one that stink!

Praise God.

Yo, dang, man,

what's up with that?!

I got a calling on y'all's life.

I'm here to deliver

the word of God, you know?

Please don't hurt me.

Beat that ass!

Get his ass, Craig!

Wait a minute!

Go, go, go! Move!

Get his ass!

Go, go, go!

Get out of my house!

Beat his ass!

Oh, sh*t!

I know you're in there!

Go, go, go!

Move, move, move!

Come on, you two-time haters.

Where you at?

Y'all know I ain't playin'!

Come on! Come on!

Respect my gangsta!

Open the door!

F***, I'll kill y'all.

Take your broke ass home!

That boy can take a fall!

Y'all niggas don't know

who you're f***ing with!

I told you I ain't no freak!

I'll kill one of you young punks!

Can't catch me, baby.

Prime time.

- Damn!

- What the hell?!

Sh*t.

Goddamn it, C.W., what did you hit?!

Man, I think that was a dog, man.

I ain't playin' with you, noogah!

Didn't I tell you I was gonna fire you

if you hit something else?

Nope, I didn't hear that part, Pinky.

After you hit that little retarded boy

with the f***ed-up walk.

You're costing me money, C.W.

He's still breathing. Get your ass

back in the car! Oh, noogah...

All right, motherf***er, let's go.

Come on, noogah!

Get your ass

in the car, come on!

You done hit Santa Claus!

That was Pinky's limo.

Look, he hit Santa ass!

Got your ass! Turn over!

D.O.A.

- Should I tell him or you?

- Let's both tell him.

You got knocked the f*** out!

B*tch!

Got his ass!

- Yo, Day-Day.

- What's up?

I'm glad we got

our rent money back, baby.

What are we gonna do

with that fool?

I don't know. Po-pos will get

his dumb ass sooner or later.

Ho ho ho, motherf***er!

There you have it.

Another Friday gone.

another problem solved.

Wejust took oun stuff

back to the panty

and left Santa Claus on the roof

for the police to get.

Fan as I know.

he's still up thene talking sh*t.

Pimp down!

Pimp missing in action!

And Money Mike.

you know. he's still

getting chased by Damon

all through the 'hood.

There's a loud party upstairs

that's keeping me up.

Could you please send a unit?

Miss Peanly kept on hating on us.

We didn't even cane.

We kept on partying.

My uncle got drunk

and eventually passed out.

And look at Pops--

You know. he showed his ass

till the po-pos came.

- Open the door! Let's do this!

- Put down the b-b-b-b-barbecue.

But all they wanted

was some mone weed.

So we looked them up.

and I even kept

Day-Day's dumb ass occupied.

And a German shepherd mix!

That's till

my moms walked in on him.

And me. you know how a player do.

I convinced Donna

to bring her fine ass

back to the panty.

got her in my room.

slid the dresser

in fnont of the door.

and got myself

an early Christmas present.

You know!

I'll beat-box your ass!

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