Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Our neighborhood has rules about skateboarding. They ain’t supposed to doing it. At all. Not on the curbs or sidewalks. The little skater punks are supposed to keep their fucking kickflip at the skate park the city put in by the basketball court but for some reason, they wanna break all the rules and do it on the stairs of my building.
I was just getting home from a late shift when I heard the clattering of boards before I even saw ’em. Loud and annoying as hell. Just as I got nearer, one tall, lanky little fuck came flying at me. He abandoned his board but stumbled and tripped. Smashing himself face first into my fucking tits. Instead of apologizing he just smiled and said, “Damn, Mami, let me help you wiv those bags.”