FYC (aka F%^K Yo Couch) !!!

That's the new mantra of my sister and her cronies... so I'm gonna borrow it for a minute. Unless you have been living under a rock, that's what Rick James said when he fonked up Eddie Murphy's suede couches with some dirty ass cowboy boots. Essentially, it's an ultimate sign of disrespect or just trying to mess up your situation and whatnot. I had such a moment yesterday. I kicked it with J at a park in Freakmont... If you ever get the chance, check out Lake Elizabeth... mad pretty and nice. He taught me how to play chess and we walked around the lake. We decided to have a seat on the pier to chat for a bit... which was cool, but the only problem was that the damn thing was poop latent. We searched for a spot that was cool and had a sat down. But just my luck, I must have not scanned very well, or the doo-doo gods were against me because I got a nice swipe of goose ca-ca on my pants. Nice. The whole time I kept shifting hoping that J wouldn't see it... but if he did, I thank him for not puttin' me out on front street. I should have climbed up a tree with some muddy ass boots and yelled FYN (F%$K Yo Nest)!