#'m getting all goofy 'bout this one gang

[a41-i-finally-caved]

Who's ready for some information nobody wanted??

So

does anyone see anything

Horribly familiar

With these images???

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How bout now?

Yup. It's the SAME FUCKING COUCH

like

remember this??

Did no one think, hey! Maybe we should switch that out for a couch that DOESN'T bring back feeling like

[spockina]

playin' games (with my heart)

ok, so. i wrote this for day 4 of buddie's first kiss week (which was on a dare). but the thing is: i hated it. the more i looked at it, the more i hated it. i don't know why. but it's friday night and i'm home alone in the middle of quarantine wishing i were, in fact, as drunk as most of these people are. this is not what i usually write, so i’m nervy, but here. have it anyway

title is from the bsb song w the same name. it doesn't have anything to do with the story but i hate having to figure out titles

3.5k words / truth or dare / read on ao3

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The night is young, awfully so. Eddie doesn’t remember ever feeling this young, being this young.

Tonight, he is.

He’s got a drink in hand. He doesn’t know what it is, who put it there. But he’s got it, and he downs it in one fluid motion, enjoying the burn, and laughing to himself; it wasn’t even a shot.

He’s not entirely sure what brought them all here, if he’s being honest. Well, he knows. It was just dinner at Bobby and Athena’s, as they try to do at least once a month. What he means is: he’s not sure how they ended up having a party. It wasn’t supposed to be a party, if he remembers correctly. But suddenly, Harry was off to see his grandparents for the week, Denny had a sleepover and Karen’s mom wanted to have Nia for a little bit, Christopher begged to go to Pepa’s house where his cousins would be for the weekend. May has been in college for six months now, Maddie still has two months to go before the baby comes. It’s adults only.

It’s almost like they all forgot what that was supposed to feel like.

His vision is just a little bit blurry at the edges, his limbs loose in a way they haven’t been in a long time. He feels good, comfortable.

There’s some kind of pop music Eddie doesn’t know playing loudly, Athena, Bobby, Hen and Chimney are dancing in the middle of the living room, Maddie and Karen watching and laughing. Michael, his boyfriend, and Buck are in the middle of some intense conversation on the other side of the room.

Eddie loves them all.

The laughter that escapes his lips is directed at no one; there isn’t even anything funny happening, he’s just… feeling good. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time.

Buck sidles up to him, out of nowhere, offers him a beer. He takes it, nods his thanks.

“Whatcha laughing at?” He asks. “You look goofy.”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know, actually,” and that sets him off again.

“I think you’re drunk, buddy,” Buck says, but Eddie can tell he’s not that far behind. “‘M not judging!” Buck hurries to add. “Just pointing it out.”

They look at each other for a second, sipping their beers.

Buck’s cheeks are flushed, alcohol working hard against his white skin, making his eyes stand out. He’s beautiful. It’s not the first time the thought has crossed Eddie’s mind. It’s not the first time they’re drunk together, either, but Eddie always makes sure to stay in line, not let his thoughts wander. It’s a little harder when Buck has unbuttoned his black shirt and rolled up the sleeves, tight tank top under it, allowing Eddie to see the flush going down his neck and into his chest; his long legs in some tight pants that Eddie is pointedly not looking at. Eddie can feel Buck’s stare almost like a physical force pushing into his skin, and he has to look away for a second.

“Hey, yo!” Michael yells out, trying to be louder than the music. He fails at that, but succeeds at breaking the moment he was having with Buck, and Eddie’s thankful (and just a little sad about it). Michael still gets everyone’s attention even though the music is louder. “We should be playing party games.”

��Ooh, how ‘bout some truth or dare?” Athena suggests, and Eddie was not expecting that.

“If everyone promises no hard feelings, no matter what happens,” Bobby adds, always awfully reasonable.

“I suggest someone finds fun Bobby so we can play some party games!,” Buck yells back, and everyone cheers.

“Hey,” Eddie quips, “we’re all adults, huh? I’m sure we can work something out.”

“I’m extremely sober,” Maddie says, laughter in her voice, “and I promise you guys I’m gonna have so much fun!”

“As long as you’re happy, baby,” Chim says, and Eddie smiles, so big it hurts.

It feels good to let go, not to worry about Christopher, knowing he’s in good hands, and not to worry about Buck, because he can see him at all time. It feels good to watch his friends having fun, being reckless in a good way.

For the first time in a long, long while, Eddie feels no guilt. No guilt about having someone else taking care of Christopher, no guilt about having fun, being drunk, letting loose; no guilt about looking at Buck and thinking about how fucking hot he looks.

Buck has a tequila bottle in one hand, and a bunch of plastic shot glasses stacked in his other hand.

“Help me out here, Eddie, c’mon,” he says, handing Eddie the bottle, while he passes everyone the tiny cups. “Sorry, Maddie, you don’t get any. Sucks to be you.”

“Thanks, asshole, I’m pregnant.”

“Which is why you don’t get any!”

“Oh, I get plenty,” she says with a wink at Chim, teasing, and Buck scrunches up his face, yelling gross, Maddie!, and she laughs, throwing her head back, while Chim laughs on the other side of the room.

Eddie pours everyone a shot.

“Ok,” Buck says, “everyone ready? On three! One… Two… Three!”

They all drink, and in the end agree to play some Frankenstein’s monster of a game: truth or dare, choosing truth and refusing to answer means taking a shot; choosing dare and refusing to do it means taking two shots – Bobby declares he won’t be refusing anything, to which Athena replies: “Don’t worry, we’ll come up with something equally as humiliating for you”. Being an asshole means everyone can gang up on you. They’re all adults, all car keys have been confiscated. Nothing is off limits. Maddie gets to be the judge of everything.

“Playing sober while pregnant sucks, my friends,” she reasons and, well, she’s right.

They sit in a circle, because they’re mostly drunk and it’s fun. Athena, Bobby, Michael, his boyfriend, Chimney, Hen, Karen, Eddie and Buck.

Their knees are touching, and Eddie feel like a schoolboy, but he can’t concentrate on anything else besides that.

“Ok,” Maddie says. “Chimney’s starting because I’m the judge and I say so! Spin the bottle, baby!”

Chimney rubs his hands and spins. It lands on Hen.

“Henrietta, my love! Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He smirks. “Who’s your best friend? Me or Athena?”

There’s a chorus of whoa going around, everyone laughing. Hen looks pained.

“No. No, I can’t, pass me that bottle,” she says, dejected, which only makes everyone laugh more.

Hen spins, then, and it lands on Michael.

“Dare,” he says, before she can even ask.

Hen smirks.

“I want you to give Bobby a kiss.”

Buck chokes on nothing, which makes everyone laugh. Eddie puts his hand on Buck’s knee, trying to steady him for a second.

Michael looks at his boyfriend, looks at Athena. Looks at Bobby. His boyfriend nods, playful smile on his lips.

“Go on, boys,” Athena says, a tone to her voice that no one can identify, but they sure can hear. She licks her lips.

Michael nods, goes on his knees. Athena taps Bobby on the knee, and he does the same. It’s mostly a non-kiss. They barely graze each other’s lips before they’re moving back, and Hen, Athena and Chim immediately start booing them.

“Man, y’all suck,” Athena says, but she’s laughing. Bobby’s blush is furious. Buck’s laughter is loud, which gets everyone going.

Michael spins, then. It lands on Karen.

“So?”

“Dare.”

“Give Hen a lap dance,” he says, and he looks incredibly pleased with himself.

“Damn,” Eddie says, and notices his hand is still on Buck’s thigh. He picks up his beer just for a reason to move his hand away, to quit being a creep.

“Whose phone is playing the music?” Karen asks, and she doesn’t look shy at all. She changes the song to something with a low bass, and when Hen sits on the chair, as they all turn to watch, she puts on a show.

“Damn, Karen, my girl!” Athena yells, as Michael wolf-whistles, and everyone laughs.

“God, babe, you’re good,” Hen says, and they kiss.

Everyone sits back down at their original spots.

“Michael, you just had the best idea,” Chim says. He sounds like he’s plotting something. Eddie has the feeling he doesn’t want to know.

Karen spins, and it lands on Chimney.

“Truth.”

“Ok.” Karen looks serious, takes a deep breath. “Chimney. Is it a boy or a girl?”

Everyone explodes in laughter. Maddie, above them on the couch, starts yelling:

“Overruled, overruled!”

“Sorry, Karen, guess I’ll have to take a shot.” He does.

“You’re all super funny,” Maddie says. “Ha-ha.”

Karen blows her a kiss.

“Ok, my turn,” Chim says, and spins. It lands on Eddie.

Chimney slips on a poker face immediately.

“Edmundo. Truth or dare?”

Eddie wants to say truth, he does.

“Dare.”

Chim smirks.

“I want you to sit tight through a lap dance. From Buck.”

Buck chokes. Again.

“How is that my dare?” Eddie asks, but he knows as soon as he says the words that it’s the wrong thing to say.

“You know why this dare is for you, Eddie,” Chimney replies, which. Fair. Everyone knows, probably. Eddie’s suddenly drunker than he’s ever been in his entire life.

Chaos descends. Everyone is laughing, or making some snarky remark Eddie is pointedly ignoring.

“Buck.” Bobby says, low in the middle of the noise, but Eddie still catches it. “Are you ok?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he grabs the tequila bottle and takes a shot, then another one.

“Alright, Eddie,” he says, “move your ass to the chair.” He turns to Athena, making grabby hands. “Phone.”

Suddenly, everyone’s quiet.

Eddie’s sitting on the chair, and Buck, already taller than him when they’re both standing up straight, is looming in front of him, looking impossibly tall, impossibly broad, impossibly big. Buck shouldn’t even be possible. Eddie is sure Buck is a fever dream he’s having; that’s the only possible explanation to this moment.

God, Eddie is so screwed.

The song starts, and it’s probably not what any of them expected, but it is, somehow, exactly something Buck would pull up.

He cracks his neck, looking down at Eddie. This is another person. This is another Buck, in an alternate universe, where he looks at Eddie like he wants to eat him whole. He’s so damn big.

He starts moving, and Eddie knows he isn’t the only one surprised by just how not gangly he is. He’s never gangly, in life, but Eddie wasn’t expecting him to be able to move his hips like that. He’s not looking at anyone, can’t possibly tear his eyes away from Buck’s body, but he knows everyone’s thinking the same.

Who is this man?

He moves, his hips swaying as he goes, until he’s behind Eddie. He goes down, his hands moving slowly from Eddie’s shoulders, down the length of his arms, and back up. He keeps going, until his hands are on both sides of Eddie’s head, and then he’s tipping it back, making Eddie look at him, upside down. He winks. Eddie’s breath catches. Oh, God.

He moves in front of Eddie again, and starts coming close. Eddie hopes he won’t come any closer, that’s dangerous, but of course Buck does. Of course, Buck pretty much sits on Eddie’s lap, moving his long legs on either side of Eddie’s. Of fucking course, Buck moves his hips. Never learned a thing about control, huh?

He takes Eddie’s hands, places them low on his belly, holding onto Eddie’s wrists, and makes them move up, up, up, until Eddie gets the memo and starts pushing Buck’s shirt off of his shoulders until it falls to the floor.

Somewhere, distant in Eddie’s mind, he thinks about the fact that he can’t hear shit save for the song, loud around them. Their friends are almost annoyingly quiet after all that noise. But, then again, Eddie gets it. Buck’s putting on a show.

And, frankly, the whole thing is going fine. Is Eddie currently sporting a hard-on while Buck is in his lap? Sure. But that was par for the course, right? That was exactly what Chimney was hoping would happen. So, yeah, Eddie is doing fine. He is.

Right until Buck sinks his head to Eddie’s neck and licks a wet, wet stripe up to his ear.

Eddie, who was being a good boy up until now and was keeping his hands to himself, is only human, and cannot help himself as his hands shot up to hold onto Buck’s thighs, hard.

The song ends. Buck stills where he is, and presses a kiss behind Eddie’s ear, where his face is still tucked against Eddie’s neck, and moves up slowly, giving Eddie a second to breath.

Hen’s the first to break.

“Holy shit, Buckaroo! Whew, I’m hot over here, baby, and I don’t even like whatchu got!”

Buck laughs, ducks his head, a blush spreading hard down his neck.

“How you holding up there, Eddie?” Chimney says, teasing, and Maddie throws a cushion at him. “Ow, babe!”

“Shut up, Chim,” she says. Eddie’s thankful.

The music goes back to whatever it was before, and Eddie moves back to his spot quick, grabbing Buck’s shirt of the floor, balling it up, and placing it on his lap. A guy has modesty. Chim won’t stop looking at him, a knowing smirk on his lips – but hey. It’s not like no one else was watching. Everyone knows. Whatever.

He takes a shot of tequila, just for good measure. Then he spins. It lands on Athena.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth for a change, I guess; we need to stay alive.”

He laughs. “Ok. Tell us one thing Bobby would not like for you to tell us.”

Buck’s laughter is the only thing he can hear.

“Oh, Eddie, risky!”

Athena’s face is the look of mischief. “Sometimes my husband over here wants to wear socks to bed, if you catch my meaning,” she wiggles her eyebrows, looks around at everyone. “I don’t let him, of course.”

This just might be the loudest everyone’s laughed so far.

“Hey, I’m old, ok? A guy gets cold,” Bobby tries to go for nonchalant, but his cheeks are almost neon red.

“I’ll tell you guys,” Maddie starts, and Chimney immediately starts groaning. “Mr. Chimney has tried that once or twice on me. Stay strong, Athena!”

They laugh, and Athena spins. It lands on Eddie, but Maddie stops them.

“Nah, he just went, let the guy breathe. Spin again.”

It lands on Karen this time.

“Truth or dare, babe?”

“Truth.”

“Who’s your favorite? Michael or me?”

“You guys really need to quit the favorite thing,” Maddie complains from the couch, while Karen laughs.

“Nah, sis, Imma have a shot,” she says, and does.

She spins, and it lands on Buck.

“Alright, Buck! Truth or dare?”

Buck smirks. “Dare.”

Karen looks at Chimney. They smirk at each other.

“Brave, brave boy,” she says. “Take a shot, Buck.”

He looks confused. “Is that the dare?”

“Take the shot.”

He’s still confused, Eddie can see, but he does as he’s told.

“Good boy, Buck. Ready?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the p at the end.

“Seven minutes in heaven. You and Eddie.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to choke.

It feels as though someone hit the slow-motion button on the universe’s remote. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, can hear as everyone cheers and groans and laughs around them. When he’s able to focus again, Buck is already standing up and he’s offering one hand down to Eddie.

Taking it is both the easiest and riskiest thing Eddie could do tonight.

This has to be a fever dream, right? There’s no way this is happening to Eddie. They’re all adults. All drunk out of their minds, playing a stupid game of truth or dare. There’s no way this is happening.

But, hey. If this is a fever dream, then might as well take the chance while he has it. If he’s hallucinating, then there’ll be no consequences.

He takes Buck’s hand.

Karen and Chimney high five.

Eddie can hear as Athena yells “just go in the bathroom”, but Buck was already one step ahead of her. He locks the door and turns off the light, as dictate seven minutes in heaven rules.

They’re quiet, but they’re breathing heavy. Eddie has his back against the wall, and he’s reminded, yet again, of just how damn big Buck is, especially when he’s all up in Eddie’s space like this, when his hands are bracketing Eddie’s head, keeping him in place.

“Hi,” Buck says, and Eddie can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi,” he replies, and he hates how breathless he sounds, but the only thing he can think of is the time they’re wasting. Seven minutes. Maybe the only seven minutes with Buck he’ll ever get. The clock is ticking.

“Is it ok, Eddie? We don’t have to do this.” He sounds careful, and Eddie hates it. He hates it when Buck’s careful with him, but what he hates more is the hesitation; hates that maybe Buck doesn’t want this, and that they’ve been forced into this situation by their pushy friends. He feels suddenly sober and he doesn’t like it.

“We don’t have to, Buck. It’s fine if you don’t want to. We’ll be fine.” He can’t help how dry his voice goes, how he sounds like he just lost something. He feels like he has.

There’s a pause. He can feel Buck moving, and suddenly there are big (thick, strong) hands around his jaw and cheeks, and Buck’s entire body is pressed against his, hot like a furnace.

“Oh, Eddie, I want it.”

And then he’s kissing Eddie, hard, his tongue pushing its way into Eddie’s mouth like it has a right to it, and, boy, Eddie is drunk.

Buck keeps his relentless assault on Eddie’s mouth as his hands move down, one settling on Eddie’s waist, and another going lower to grab a handful of his thigh, and Eddie, well. He’d be embarrassed, in any other circumstances, but right now all he can do is let out a small groan that still makes its way out despite their kiss, and Buck pulls away for a minute to laugh. Eddie is about to protest, except that Buck latches onto his neck next, and oh, oh, my God, this is embarrassing, but Eddie is painfully hard in his pants.

He moves one of his hands up where he can’t get a good tangle in Buck’s hair, because it’s so short (and ain’t that a shame?), but he can scrape his short nails against Buck’s scalp and the back of his neck. He learns that that does something, because Buck’s roughly shoving a leg in between Eddie’s, and suddenly there’s the amazing friction that Eddie so desperately wanted. He croaks out a broken get back up here, because he needs Buck’s tongue against his again, right now, or else he’s pretty sure he’s going to die.

He feels like the teenager he never really had the time to be. It’s intoxicating.

Buck’s hands are inside his shirt, moving up so, so slowly, when there’s a knock on the door and the spell breaks.

“Fuck,” Buck says, so heartfelt that it makes Eddie snort.

“Time’s up, boys,” Bobby says on the other side.

Buck squeezes his waist.

“Be right there,” he rasps out, and he sounds good.

Eddie knows he’ll never recover from this.

“We’re finishing this later, right?” Buck asks, and he sounds hopeful. Eddie knows this is their make-or-break moment.

“Come sleep over,” Eddie says, and before he can think, Buck’s kissing him again, hard, happy, smiling against Eddie’s lips.

“Every night, Eddie.” Another kiss. “Every night.”

They stumble out of the bathroom, shielding their eyes from the lights after the darkness inside. Everyone’s quiet for a moment, until Chim says:

“Damn, Eddie, sure you guys were making out and not that Buck was punching you on the neck?”

They all start laughing, and Eddie knows he’s blushing, but Buck hugs him, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck, as he says I’m sorry, and Eddie decides he doesn’t care. He starts laughing with them, because, really, this whole thing is ridiculous. He moves his hands inside Buck’s shirt, moving them up Buck’s back, and holding on tight.

Eddie feels distant, content to be hiding behind Buck’s body, drunk on the alcohol, but also on the smell of him, and nothing matters, until he hears Athena say:

“Does this mean the game is done?”

“The two of you suck!” Hen says, but she’s laughing.

“They sure will,” Chim adds, to which Eddie has to laugh.

“Congrats, Chim, that’s the first joke!” Buck says, muffled against Eddie, but somehow it still makes its way out and everyone laughs.

Maddie gets up from the couch. “Alright, let’s just go back to everyone having fun,” she says.

And they do.

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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GT: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. yup, T-H-to-tha-izzat sure K-to-tha-izzeeps sound'n alien of you. GT: keep up tha gizzy work! GT: listen, i'm kizzay of busy, i have to wrap dis prizzle n M-to-tha-izzail it 'n a hurry. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. GT: so i'm go'n ta block you! GT: biznut i might unblock you again soon, coz yoe kizninda coo'. 

GA: Yo' Blocks Mizzean Nuttin But Dizzle Worry You Wizzont Hizzay From Me Again 

GT: yizzay W-to-tha-izzell so i can get mah pimp on... GT: you M-to-tha-izzight jizzy hizzy F-R-to-tha-izzom me! Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. GT: also, yizzle S-H-to-tha-izzould give roze anotha chizzle. GT: shizze be really bootylicious! killa shizzay diznid, she wizzay probizzle just pull'n motherfucka mizzy gizzles on you, it all 'n fiznun. GT: thizzere be more ta pusha than that, you'll see cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. GT: byizzay!

ghostytricksta [GT] blizzle grimAuxiliatrix [GA]

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[worldslyrics]

Chinatown Lyrics-Polo G Lyrics, Polo G Sang this song Which is very beautiful and attractive song. Chinatown Lyrics is released on 2020. Chinatown Lyrics-Polo G Lyrics song is a great choice for you, If you want to be a singer then Sing this hot and lovely Chinatown Lyrics which is sang by your favorite singer Polo G. Chinatown Lyrics-Polo G Lyrics

Chinatown Lyrics-Polo G Lyrics

(Yo, Ayo)

They been killin’ legends, I refuse to put my pole up Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets fuck his soul up With this shit since birth ’cause this the lifestyle that chose us The streets don’t love you back, but that’s some shit they never told us In my neighborhood, we reckless, bitch, the police can’t control us We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won’t fold up New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up They know who I am, just off my name, I bet them hoes fuck

Never know what’s next up in this shit, just gotta play it out Mama told me watch them niggas, they’ll take you out Why everybody on my dick? What’s all the hate about? Allergic to the fake, they get too close, I might start breaking out Goofy talking ’bout fuck one of my guys, but he can’t say it now He was dropping T’s, is you stupid? Left him stanking now Like a date at Ruth’s Chris, we lurking, we been staking out We gon’ take him on a field trip to come see what this danger ’bout Was tryna do them drive-bys, but now we on the paper route They flexed on me with rolls, shit don’t compare to what I’m makin’ now Never had shit, every chance I get, pull them blue faces out Runnin’ up them commas, bitch, I’m best friends with my bank account She played me back in high school, wanna fuck because I’m famous now She ate a Plan B, pussy too good for me to take it out At first they ain’t believe, they see the pictures that I’m paintin’ now I was the underdog, I got ’em claiming I’m they favorite now

They been killin’ legends, I refuse to put my pole up Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets fuck his soul up With this shit since birth ’cause this the lifestyle that chose us The streets don’t love you back, but that’s some shit they never told us In my neighborhood, we reckless, bitch, the police can’t control us We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won’t fold up New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up They know who I am, just off my name, I bet them hoes fuck

Every time I drop, apply that pressure, I ain’t lettin’ up I heard Durv say nothin’ spazzin’, I’m like, «Bet it up» That boy think he on my ass, he just catchin’ up If we see them lights, we do the dash, bitch, you ain’t catchin’ us We enforcin’ shit, know how we rockin’, who gon’ question us? Let her meet the gang, this my lil’ bro, is you gon’ let him fuck? Posted on the strip, a hundred shots, we got them weapons tucked If he get out of line, like pool parties, we gon’ wet him up Big 30 on me, splash brothers like I play with Klay Deep up in that water, it’s piranhas, hollows ate his face They tried to tell me I couldn’t do it, but I made a way Now I got a few M’s in the vault just for a rainy day

They been killin’ legends, I refuse to put my pole up Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets fuck his soul up With this shit since birth ’cause this the lifestyle that chose us The streets don’t love you back, but that’s some shit they never told us In my neighborhood, we reckless, bitch, the police can’t control us We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won’t fold up New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up They know who I am, just off my name, I bet them hoes fuck

Chinatown Lyrics-Polo G Lyrics

Artist: Polo G Released: 2020

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Sing me a Song❤️Arthur Morgan

Part 1

You swayed your hip and fluttered your pale blue dress along to the music coming from the piano man. You sang your heart out as people whooped and hollered, filling the tip jar set out for you.

“She’s melting my heart!” A familiar voice yelled from the crowd. You smiled and threw a wink to the crowd. Your boyfriend Arthur always accompanied you to your performances, they made great spending money for you two and for the camp to get it’s share. You joined the Voan Der Linde gang around the same time Arthur did, bumping into him running for the law. Dutch took you under his wing and here you are. You used to sing all the time before the outlaw life took over. It was your choice, and the right choice seeing as how you met Arthur and created a real bond with that gang. Dutch sent you out regularly to put on little shows in the rundown saloons of Valentine or wherever your camp was. Arthur would come to make sure people knew you were his and he loved to hear you sing. You would often sing along with Javier at the campfire and the goofy grin on Arthur’s face always made you weak in the knees. You had a stage name so no one was too suspicious of course, most people being too dumb and distracted by your bust to ask any questions. Lady red was your name. Matched your lipstick which contrasted nice with your pale blue dress. When the song ended you bowed and threw a sweet smile to the crowd. You went back stage to you room to change back into your camp clothes. Arthur was already in there sitting with a bouquet of flowers and that goofy grin. When you walked in he stood up and gave you a big hug, raising you off the ground and spinning you.

“Great job as always darlin’.” He spoke softly against your lips before capturing them with his. You smiled, accidentally knocking his hat off to entangle your fingers in his long soft mane. When he broke for air you tapped his nose and turned to the mirror to get dressed.

“Thanks cowboy.” You began to untie the ribbons and bows and such holding your dress together when Arthur came behind you to replace your hands with his.

“I can undress myself you know.” You teased and looked into his beautiful blue eyes over your shoulder. He smirked.

“I know. But you know this is my favorite part.” You let him undo the dress as it fell off your shoulders and pooled at your ankles. He reached out a hand so you could steady yourself and step out of those damn heels. His hands roamed your soft skin, kneading and squeezing the flesh in a loving way. You just sighed and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Arthur sneaked in a soft kiss and sat back down, counting the money you had made as you got dressed.

“How much we make baby?” You asked as you tied up your brown curly locks.

“Enough for Dutch to get a new pair of dancing shoes and another night at the hotel in Saint Denis for us.” You laughed at him, walking over and straddling his lap.

“Perfect.” You gave him a passionate kiss, which he reciprocated with one that made you see fireworks. He gave your ass a squeeze before You got off his lap, retrieving his hat from the ground and placing it on your head.

“Let’s go sweetheart.” You grabbed his hand and walked out of the saloon. He caught up with you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stopping you.

“How bout a drink to celebrate?” You smiled and nodded. He ordered the two of you whiskeys, watching you throw them back was always something that amazed him. You were laughing at some horrible joke and attempt to flirt from him when a very fancy looking businessman approached you.

“My my what an excellent performance from you this evening miss. I’ve been watching you for a while.” Arthur’s hand around your waist tightened as he gave the man a nasty glare, his other hand tapping the handle of his knife.

“Calm that big dope down ma’am. I am a big film and play director. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” He spoke as he handed you a card. You didn’t even look at it as you threw it onto the floor and crushed it beneath your boot.

“First of all do not speak about my man that way. Second of all never heard of you, nor do I wish to.” The man seemed taken aback by your bluntness. Arthur smiled smugly, kissing your hair and letting you deal with this seeing you needed no help at all.

“Ahem. M-Ma’am maybe you don’t understand. I want to hire you to work for me. You would make great money. I could get you out of these hick towns you’ve been playing in and away from these hillbilly asses. Get you into the theaters and in fancy dresses everyday. It is surprising to see you in such....attire. Wouldn’t you want to put that pretty little blue dress on again for me? ” He spoke once again with confidence that you would come to your senses. You simply looked at Arthur as you both busted out laughing.

“My my you just do not get it do you sir? Well let me put it in perspective-“ you backhanded him, grabbing his arm in his daze and twisting it behind his back, walking him to the doors.

“I do not nor do I ever want to work for you. I am perfectly happy here. Those hillbilly asses are my family. So I’d mind you to show a little respect. You can take your money and shove it where the sun don’t shine.” You pushed him out of the saloon into the mud, dusting your hands off as Arthur wrapped an arm around you laughing.

“Your making a big mistake you- you..” he tried to retort but he stumbled on his words, and you and Arthur were already on the way back into the saloon. Arthur ordered another round of drinks before taking your hand and giving you a serious look.

“Hey...You really meant what u said? That man could have given you a life. Hell you shoulda taken the money. Can’t help but feel we.. I’m holding you back sometimes.” He gave a small chuckle and a sad smile looking down at your small hands in his. You took both of your hands and placed them on either side of his face and laughed at him.

“Are u serious? Arthur you know me better than that. Nothing means more to me than this gang, the bond we share. And you. I love you with my whole heart. You really think any amount of money would ever be enough to take me away from that? I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here. With you.” He almost teared up which made you instinctively wrap him in a hug. He nuzzled into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh Arthur. Your such a silly man. You know damn well I would never leave the gang. Let alone you.” He quietly nodded, grabbing you tighter. You pulled away to cup his face again and drew him in for a soft kiss. Before he could say anything negatively about himself or your lifestyle again you reached down to fiddle with his belt.

“Come on. I believe I was promised a night in Saint Denis?” He deeply chuckled, grabbing your hands and kissing your cheek.

“Yes ma’am. Follow me.” You let him walk you out of the saloon and carry you to his horse. You were in for a long night, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

> Karkat: Open M-to-tha-izzemo.

CCG RIZZLE NOW openizzle mizzay on board FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY.

CCG: HIZZEY FUTIZZLE ME, WHAT D-YA T-H-TO-THA-IZZINK ABOUT DIS EXPLODED JADEBOT BUSINESS? CCG: MUST BE HO-SLAPPIN' REALLY MISSION CRITICAL, OR JADE W-TO-THA-IZZOULDN'T HAVE BOTHERED CLOCKIN' 'N TOUCH WIT US, RIGHT? CCG: SUM-M SUM-M IMPERATIVE TA OUR SURVIVAL NO DOUBT? CCG: HEY DOUCHE BAG, BE YOU THERE 

??? gardenGnostic [?GG] AT ?:?? responded ta mizzy. 

?GG dogg: oh jeez, why be i doing dis ?GG: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. this be so stupid! 

CCG: PIZZY DOWN HARLEY, DIS PRACTICALLY D-TO-THA-IZZOESN'T IZZLE CONCERN YOU AT DIS PIZZY 

?GG: bluhhh Y-to-tha-izzoure so funnizzle!!!!! 

CCG: NUTTIN TO SIZZY, FUTIZZLE ME? It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. CCG: NOT EVEN A FIZZEW GANG BANGIN' WIZZY OF SCORN FO` ME OR THA NARCOLEPTIC IDIOT? Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. CCG: IT'S B-TO-THA-IZZEEN A WHIZZILE SINCE WIZZY SPARRED, HIZZAY I'VE MISZE' THE SWIZNEET ST'N OF YO' BIZZARBS 

?GG: be you enjoy'n yoself kizzle? 

CCG: HIZZLE YOU BE SO DUMB YIZZAY ACTUALLY TIZZY DIS BE A RUZE. CCG: YOU COME AIZZY DIS WAY N YOU SIZZY DON'T GIT THAT ALL THA S-H-TO-THA-IZZIT WIZZAY BIZZEEN CRUISIN' YOU 'BOUT BE REAL. CCG: WHIZZLE THIZZE FIZZY WOULD I BE PULL'N A STIZZLE LIZNIKE DIS, WHIZNAT A WIZZASTE OF TIME. CCG: I REALLIZZLE BE CRACK-A-LACKIN` TA FUTURE ME, HE'S JUST BEIN AN EVIZZLE TOO'. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. 

?GG fo' real: well obviously i know some frontin' youve said are true ?GG: its jizzy H-to-tha-izzard ta takes crack-a-lackin` at fizzle value wizzy youre always so nasty! 

CCG: YOU KIZZY, IT REALLIZZLE AMAZ'N HOW BEHIND THA TIMES YOU BE. CCG: IT ALMIZZLE AS IF YOU SLEPT THROUGH DIS WHOLE ADVENTIZZLE CCG: OH WIZZAIT, THAT BE ESSENTIALLY TRUE. CCG: IT WAS HILARIOUS WATCHING YIZNOU GROW UP. CCG: YOU TIZZY YOU HAD ALL THA ANSWA, FROLICK'N ALL OVA YO' ISLAND BEIN INFURIATINGLY CHIPPA, BUILD'N ROBO-BUNNIES LIZZAY A MORON N ULTIMATELY BUSTIN' EVERYTHING. CCG bitch ass nigga: YOU WERE SO SIZNURE YO' DREAMS TOLD YOU EVERYTH'N YOU NEEDIZZLE TA KNOW. CCG: N NOW LOOK AT YOU CCG fo yo bitch ass: YOU SUDDENLY UNDERSTAND JACK SHIT. 

?GG: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. ok i understand that you be shot calla grizzoup of playas n yizzle be 'n siznome siznort of trouble ?GG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. but mizzay if yizzle had been funky ass ta me instead of terroriz'n me all thoze years i would have believed you ?GG: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. n we could have worked togetha ta solve yo' problems as well as ours ?GG: it just makes me sad to think T-H-to-tha-izzats probablizzle impossible now coz yizzle be so angry n stubborn! 

CCG with my forty-fo' mag: DON'T TIZZELL ME WHAT IMPOSSIBLE COZ I'M ANGRY AND STUBBORN. CCG: I CRUISIN' KNIZZOW W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT THOZE ASSETS MAKE POSSIBLE. CCG: THEY MADE YIZZOU POSSIBLE, GOTS IT like old skool shit??? 

?GG: uh huh 

CCG with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back D-YA EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA HIZNOW LUCKY YOU BE TA BE GRACED BY MAH DIVINE FURY? CCG: TA HAVE THA PRIVILEGE OF TRIPPIN' TA BE STUDY N MOCKED BY ME FO` YO' WHIZZLE PATHETIC MISERABLE LIFE? CCG: D-YA REALIZZLE I'M YO' GIZNOD? Tru niggaz do niggaz. YES, YO' LITERAL GOD, THAT RIGHT. 

?GG sho nuff: sure karkat, whateva yizzle sizzy! Death row 187 4 life. 

CCG: N I HAVE TAKEN TIME OUT OF MAH BUSY GODLY SCHEDIZZLE TO SCRUTINIZE YO' PIZZLE EXISTENCE. CCG: OUT OF THA COUNTLESS TRILLIONS OF LIZZLE FIZZAY I BROUGHT INTO REALITY THROUGH ANGRY GRUBFUCK POWA ALONE, I HAVE SELIZZLE YIZZAY FOR EXAMINATION N HARASSMENT. CCG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. PERSONALLIZZLE I THINK THAT WARRANTS A SHAWTY GRATITUDE, N JIZZY MAYBE, A BIT OF DEFERENCE. CCG: A CURTSY, PERHAPS? CCG: BUT YEAH GO AHEEZEE AND KIZZAY BLOW'N ME OFF LIZNIKE THA FLAKEY SHAWTY TIZZY YIZZOU BE. 

FUTIZZLE carcinoGenizzle [FCG] 3 HOURS FROM NOW responded ta miznemo. 

FCG to increase tha peace: HEY DON'T RAP TA HA LIKE THAT YOU IZZLE PIECE OF SHIT. FCG so jus' chill: DIS BE REFLECT'N POORLIZZLE ON BOTH OF US, IT GODDAMNED EMBARRASSING. 

CCG: OH WOW, ANOTHA MIRACLE. CCG: IT MIZZY BE PERIGEES EVE, COZ GET A LOAD OF DIS HUGE BEHEMOTH LEAV'N THAT JIZZY GOTS DRAGGE' 'N. CCG: J-TO-THA-IZZADE, OIZZY DUTY BE CLEAR. WE MUST DECK DIS TURD TA THE NINES. 

FCG: OH MAH GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTIZZLE THOUGHT THAT WIZZLE A CLEVA TH'N TA SAY. WHIZNAT A DIPSHIT. 

?GG: aaauugh what tha hell!!! 

FCG: JIZZAY, I'M SORRY 'BOUT PAST MIZNE'S RETARDED BEHAVIOR. FCG: I'M NOT GO'N TA DRIZNAG OUT A HUGE APOLOGIZZLE OR NOTHIN' TRIPPIN' COZ I ALREADY APOLOGIZE' 'N AN BROTHA CONVERSATION, OK. I'M JIZZAY LETT'N YOU KNOW. 

CCG: GIZZY DAMMIZZLE, BE YIZZLE SERIZZLE? CCG: I MEAN, BE I SERIOUS????? CCG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. WIZZILL I BE SERIOUS 'BOUT DIS SHIT. WILL I R-E-A-DOUBLE-LIZZY BACK DIZZAY LIKE A LIZZAY FRONDED STOOGE? PLEAZE TELL ME YOE JOKING. 

FCG keep'n it real yo: PLEAZE, JUST FCG yeah yeah baby: SHUT UP FCG: I CIZZY BELIEVE I EVA THIZZAY FIZZLE ME WIZNAS THA STUPID ONE FCG: PAST ME BE THA DUMBEST BUCKIZZLE OF FESTER'N DISCHARGE I EVA FELL ASS BACKWARDS INTO. FCG: CIZZY ON, YOU KNOW DIS TA BE TRUE. SHOT CALLA ALL THA PIZZAY USZES WE UZE' TA RAP TA?? FCG: THIZZAY WIZNERE EVEN PASTA THAN YOU, N THEREFORE DUMBER. 

CCG: YIZZLE, I REMEMBA ALL THOZE DUMBSHIT PAST USZES, BUT THEY DIZZY HOLD A SAGGIN' JACKASS CANDLE TA FUTURE USZES. CCG: N YOE THA FUTUREST ME I EVA HIZZAY THA CROTCH BLISTER'N MISFORTUNE OF BUSTIN' WIT, SO THA FUCKHEEZEE TRIZZLE GOES TA YOU. CCG: I MEAN, MAH GOD, WHY. CCG: BE PROXIMITY TA THAT NASTY LOOK'N SPACETIME RIP ON THA TIMELINE SAGGIN' WIT YO' HEEZEE? CCG: BE THIZZAY WHAT CAUSING YOU TA FEEL PITY FO` DIS IMBECILE?

FCG like this and like that and like this and uh: LOOK, JADE NOT THIZZAY BAD OK. FCG: YOU JIZZY GOTS TOO WORKED UP, N YOU CAN'T SEE THAT. FCG with my forty-fo' mag: N NOW ALL DIS FROTH'N PANDIZZLE SAGGIN' OUT OF YO' MOUTH BE JUST RIDICIZZLE OVERCOMPENSATION FO` YOUR OWN RIDIN' N MISTAKES, N MASK'N SIZNOME FEEL'N YOE NIZZLE REALLY 'N TOUCH WITH. FCG: DIS BE ALL SO OBVIZZLE, I'M FLUSH'N LIKE A MOTHERFUCKA 'N EMBARRASSMENT GANG BANGIN' TA IZZLE IT TA YOU, N EVEN WORZE, STEPPIN' BLINGIN' IT EXPLAINED TA ME BY THA SMART ONE THREE HOURS AGO N STIZZILL ACT'N LIKE A MOIST GLIZZAY EVEN AFTA BEIN SO SIZZLE SCHOOLFED. 

CCG: I D-TO-THA-IZZON'T BIZZLE DIS. PLEAZE TELL ME DIS BE A JOKE. 

FCG: YOU SIZZLE SO YOSELF, WE DON'T JIZZLE AROUND. IT JUVENILE, REMEMBER. 

CCG: I'M RHYMIN' TA VOMIT. CCG: Chill as I take you on a trip. I'M RIDIN' A MENTAL NOTE TO SLAP MYSIZZLE THRIZZAY HOURS FROM NOW, FO` BEIN ENOUGH OF A SAP TA STIZNART DEVELOP'N RED FEEL'N FO` A DUMB DIPPIN' HUMAN, IF I'M READ'N BETWEEN THA LINES CORRECTLY. 

FCG: I JUST SLAPPED MYSELF! Boo-Yaa! I REMEMBERED MAH LAME NIZZAY TA MYSELF FRIZZAY THREE HIZZLE AGO, AIZZY THEN SLAPPED MYSELF SPECIFICIZZLE TA MOCK YOU. FCG: IT PERPETRATIN' TOO, YIZZOU'LL FEEL IT 'N A WHILE. N THIZNEN THA G-H-TO-THA-IZZOST OF PAST ME WILL CRY. FCG: PAST ME DIZNOESN'T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE. HE A STUPIZZLE BAWL'N WIGGLA PHANTOM. HE DIZZEAD, NOT A REAL HOMEY ANYMORE, L-TO-THA-IZZIKE ME. FCG thats off tha hook yo: I'M THA RIZZAY ONE. YOE FAKE, A SHADOW OF A SAD MEMORY T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT PISZE' ITS PANTS WHILE SCREAMING. FCG with the S-N-double-O-P: TIZZY TA DEAL WIT IT. 

CCG bizzle FCG frizzay respond'n ta memo. Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. 

FCG unbanned hizzle from ridin' ta mizzy. 

FCG banned CCG from rhymin' ta memo. 

CCG unbizzle himself from respond'n to memo. 

?GG: i cant takes dis anymore!!!!!!!! ?GG: i dizzle even kniznow what im read'n hiznere bizzay its preposterous n ive had it! ?GG: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. i be just so angry, i cizzy belizzle i let you push me around all thoze years ?GG: you be completely out of yo' miznind, i wizzy too funky ass by J-to-tha-izzust block'n yizzle n typizzle frowny faces n stuff ?GG: i should H-to-tha-izzave let you HAVE IT! Keep'n it gangsta dogg.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

FCG mah nizzle: YIZZES so show some love, niggaz!!!!! FCG: LET DIS FUCKA K-N-TO-THA-IZZOW THA SCIZZORE JADE. DIS BE HOW WE ROLL. 

?GG: SHUT UP!!!!!!! ?GG: future karkat, if yiznou reallizzle be future karkat... It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg.... ?GG puttin tha smack down: where d-ya git off bustin' yizzy cizzay just suddenlizzle act like wizzere pizzy coz you sizzle you apologize'???? ?GG: if yiznou want ta apologize T-H-to-tha-izzen bootylicious i be all ears! but jizzust mention'n it off hand n then mackin' at yoself tha sizzy way you yell at me all tha tizzime as if i nee' a knight to come S-to-tha-izzave me from yoursizzle be so lame, not ta mention completely insizzle ?GG mah nizzle: i cizzay izzle believe tha th'n im typ'n H-to-tha-izzere! It dont stop till the wheels fall off. dis be so stupid, talking ta two of you at once be tha worst th'n imaginable ?GG: yizzle treat everyone horrizzle, even yoself, i cizzy izzle fizzle how awful it is ta be yizzou ?GG: past karkat, yizzy act'n like a bigga jerk thizzay he be n i think you know that! Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. why dont you takes his advice n grizzle up ?GG: as if theres even a real difference between you two. three hours be hardly any time at all, yizzle be tha S-to-tha-izzame person YOU STRAIGHT TRIPPIN' IZZLE! Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.!!!!!!!! 

CCG: OH SHIT 

FCG, chill yo: YIZZY, THIZZLE WAS BOOTYLICIOUS. WE BOTH HAD IT COMING, ESPECIALLY HIM. BOOTYLICIOUS WIZNORK JADE. 

?GG: stop it!!!! ?GG: ugh, i dont knizzle whats worze, jerk kizzle or goofy sycizzle karkat ?GG: i cant stand it, whether youre try'n ta be funky ass or just bein a crazy izzle, you are jizzust so wizneird!!! ?GG: im through frontin' you, i dont even care 'bout dis stupid exploded rizzle mission, whateva thizzle was 

FCG: OH R-TO-THA-IZZIGHT, 'BOUT THAT FCG: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. YIZZY WE NEED TO RAP FCG: I MEAN WE H-TO-THA-IZZAVE ALREADIZZLE FROM MAH PERSPECTIVE FCG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. BUT YOE GO'N TA BE REALLY BUSY SIZZLE, COZ YOE 'BOUT TA BALLER YO' SESSION FCG: Drop it like its hot. SO DIZZLE WORRY 'BOUT IT UNTIL YOU DO, THEN JUST HIZNIT ME UP, WE'LL RAP 'BOUT IT 

?GG: hahizzle, FIZZY CHANCE!!!! 

FCG: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. LOOK I KNOW TH'N BE W-TO-THA-IZZEIRD BIZZLE US RIGHT NOW N YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE BUGGIN' with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back FCG: ESPECIALLY AT THAT LOSER. FCG with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back BUT PIMPIN' WILL CHANGE, 'N T-TO-THA-IZZIME YIZZLE SEE I'M NOT QIZZAY SO AWFUL, OK? 

??? turntechgodheezee [ mah nizzle?TG] AT ?:?? respondizzle to memo. 

?TG: ahahahahah oh god ?TG: dizzy i cizzle believe you were just gett'n on our caze 'bout weed-smokin' on tha trizzay gizzle ?TG so you betta run and grab yo glock: n then literally tha very next memo you are slobber'n all killa jade ?TG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. thats just perfect hahahaha 

CCG banned ?TG aww nah: F-R-to-tha-izzom respond'n ta memo. 

FCG rebanned ?TG, betta check yo self: frizzle ridin' ta memo sho nuff. 

?GG: dave wizzy diznont go! Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. ?GG so jus' chill: yizzle gots ta save me from dis insanizzle  like this and like that and like this and uh:( 

FCG: OH I SEE, NOW YOU COULD UZE A KNIGHT, HIZZY VERIZZLE RHYMIN', HMMM. FCG like this and like that and like this and uh: GIZZLE I CIZZAY WAIT FO` YOU TA BE FUTURE YOU, SLIGHTLY L-TO-THA-IZZESS FUTURE YOU IS SUCH A GOD DIZZLE PIZZILL 

?GG thats off tha hook yo: i cizzay wait fo` future you ta future kiss mah ass! 

CCG: YEAH hittin that booty! THAT WHIZZLE I'M CRACK-A-LACKIN` 'BOUT. 

?GG: i also cant wizzy fo` past yizzay ta past driznop dead and go ta hell, PAST TENZE!!!!!!!! ?GG: W-H-to-tha-izzen be thoze th'n go'n ta happen?? or W-to-tha-izzill hizzay already past/future happened yeah yeah baby????? ?GG: i want ta pizzay anotha pusha on mah finga so i know when its tiznime ta throw a party, chill yo!!!! 

FCG: HAHAHAHA, YIZZLE HEAR TIZZY YOU OBSOLIZZLE PILE OF GARBAGE? J-TO-THA-IZZADE JUST FLIPPED YOU OFF WIT A COLORFUL FINGER. 

CCG so jus' chill: DAWG, SHIZZAY OBVIOIZZLE HATES YOU MORE. SHE CIZZLE YIZZAY A SYCOPHANT WHIZZICH IS A HUNDRED TIZZLE MIZNORE DESCRIPTIVELY WORZE THIZNAN JUST BEING A RUN OF THA MILL SCUMBAG LIKE ME. CCG: SHE BE TOTALLIZZLE ON TA YOU N HOW DESPICABLE YOU BECOME, CAN YIZZOU BLAME HA FO` HAT'N US? 

FCG: NO, I CAN BLAME YIZZOU, YOE THA ONE WIT NO SHOT CALLA WHO ALL TWISTED UP INSIDE. FCG: HOW DIS FO` A PIZZLE, EVERYBODY. FCG: PIZZLE KARKAT ONLY TALKS TA PIZZAY JADE F-R-TO-THA-IZZOM NIZZLE ON, N THA TWO OF TIZZY CIZZAY BICKA LIZZAY SHITTY SHAWTY CHILDREN FO` HOURS/YIZZLE RESPECTIVELY. FCG: N FIZZLE KARKAT ONLY TALKS TA FUTIZZLE JADE, AN ARRANGEMENT WHIZZLE ONLY INTELLIGIZZLE DISCOURZE TAKES PLIZZACE BETWEEN TIZZY CIVILIZE', MATURE, GROWN ASSED ADULTS. FCG yaba daba dizzle: BE T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT TOO MUCH TA ASK?????? 

?GG: jesizzles will you just bizzy me already???? ?GG: mah heezee hurts so bad now i think im rhymin' ta crizzy 

FCG: MIZZAY YOU SHOULD JIZNUST BAN HER ALREADY N END DIS TORMENT SINCE YIZZLE DRAGGE' HIZZY INTO DIS. 

CCG: FUCK THIZZAT YOU BIZZAN HER. YOE THA ONE WHO SEEMS TA "CIZZY".

FCG: WILL YOU SHUT YO' MOUTH, DAWG THA FIZZLE UP, AND BIZNAN DIS POOR GIZZAY ALREADY? 

?GG: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa XO ?GG like old skool shit: i will just ban myself! Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf.!!! ?GG: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. *JIZZLE HARLIZZLE BANNIZZLE HERSELF FRIZZAY RESPOND'N TA THA GRUMPY SHIT HEEZEE MISERIZZLE Z-TO-THA-IZZONE, N BE NEVA COM'N BIZNACK* ?GG: pchooooooooizzle 

[?GG] ceaze' respond'n to mizzemo. 

FCG: OK, THERE. SHE GONE. FCG: MAYBE NOW YOU GIT IT. FCG: HOW HIDEOUS EVERYONE THIZZLE YOU BE, MAYBE YOU'LL FINALLY STOP FUCK'N EVERYTH'N UP. 

CCG: Holla! HIZZUH 

FCG ridin' in mah double R: WHAT 

CCG: I THINK CCG: I WAS PROBABLY WRONG 'BOUT J-TO-THA-IZZADE CCG: SHE A SHAWTY LIZZESS LAME THAN I THOUGHT 

FCG: SHHHHSHHSHSHSHSH FCG: SHE CAN STIZZILL READ DIS YIZZAY STUPID FIZZUCK FCG: NOW NIZZLE THA T-TO-THA-IZZIME TA OPEN YIZZAY VIZNEINS N WRITE PIZZY 'BOUT YIZZAY FEEL'N 

CCG mah nizzle: FIZZAY YOU, I'M JUST VOIC'N A HARMLESS OBSERVATION OK CCG: IT NIZZY MAH BUSINIZZLE IF SOME LIZZUNK HEEZEE 'N THA FUTURE GETS CARRY IZZLE WIT SHOT CALLA SHAWTY THOUGHTS I MAY OR MIZZAY NOT NIZZLE BE PIMPIN' 

FCG: I... FCG cuz its a doggy dog world: BIZNUT FCG: HOW COULD THAT EVEN BE A REAL TH'N I TYPED THREE H-TO-THA-IZZOURS AGO, HOW CIZNOULD I BE DIS STUPID. FCG ridin' in mah double R: WE BE JIZZUST THA DUMBEST FUCKA WHO HUSTLA LIVED AREN'T WE. 

CCG: SPEAK FO` YOSELF. 

FCG: I DON'T EVEN HAVE THA ENERGY TA BAN US. FCG: I'M JIZZUST LEAVING. 

[FCG] ceaze' weed-smokin' to memo. 

CCG: YEAH 

[CCG] ceaze' respond'n to memo.

> J-to-tha-izzade: Consult crazy ass nigga.