So there I was last night, in our living room, sitting down on the couch, making music on the laptop via software when I get this knock at my door. The dog goes crazy for a minute as I get up to check who it is. The person knocking on my door turns out to be my eldest brother, Butch (aka Butchy the Butcher). He seemed troubled so I let him in then go back to doing what I was doing before he showed up. About an hour later he comes up to me like, " Who's watching me? "
" What chu mean? " I ask, genuinely confused.
He puts on his I'ma-Kill-You face then says, " You know what I'm talking about, cause you do it too. "
So I put on my The-F-Is-You-Smokin-On face then look him in the eye like, " Nah I don't, actually. I sit here and I mind my own bidness. I don't bother you. "
" Keep lying, " he says, still muggin'. Then he walks out.
It's about to get real over here, folks. This your dude, Prynce, signing off and remember: I still ain't a psycho ... Yet.
I have to give a quick shout out to my homegirl, she knows who she is. She's leaving for Nigeria tonight and won't be back on CV for a while. Take care of yourself and watch your back cause there are some crazy muhfuggers out there in Lagos. Remember to use the buddy system, ha (seriously, though, use it). Alright, this is the Prynce, signing off.
Ok. My friend has a bad habit of leaving her panties in the bathroom on the floor after she showers. I woke up this morning and made my way to the bathroom to take my shower before work and on my way there I saw something you don't see everyday. Homegirl's dog was laying on the floor with her one of her panties, sniffing and licking it.
Alright that's all for today's blog. This is Cozy the prince, signing off.
My bro, Butch. The psycho. Back in the islands his nickname was "Butchy The Butcher" because he used to torture little animals. He used to like baseball so he would steal chicken eggs and baby chicks then practice his fastball with them on brick walls. He found a puppy once and took it to the ocean as far out as he could go while standing and tossed it out to sea. It swam back. He did it again. It swam back again. He did it some more and noticed its belly growing (or should I say filling?). Long story short, the puppy eventually stopped swimming back because it stopped, period. He found another puppy once. My dad didn't approve and told him to get rid of it so he took it out back along with his favorite baseball bat. Well, that's a good place to end the blog. CozyDaPrince again, signing off, and one more thing: I'm not a psycho ... Yet.