SO… Young$ and I went to walmart after hanging out all day and we went to find some false eyelashes. We really had no intention of really buying them, but we were curious about them and while we were checking them out, this guy comes up to us asking us where the shaving stuff is so we point him in the direction just as we find the eyelashes.
And you know, soon as we pick them up, this shifty ass guy comes and is like “What ya’ll need that for? Ya’ll don’t need that.” To which we reply that it’s for a show that we’re doing (slight Bullshit but whatever) and awkward conversation ensues that results in Young$ running away and the guy who was clearly so high we was “playing hop scotch with Jesus” getting all up close and personal with me and staring into my eyes just to let me know that my eyelashes are “pretty as fuck” so I don’t need any “falsies”. Then he turns to Young$ (while grabbing her ass mind you and filling us in about how guys don’t like that fake shit and he should know since he’s from New Jersey and has 3 kids, a girl and two boys…) and stares MAD hard into her eye, as if he’s searching for her eye lashes. She goes “I don’t have any eyelashes” and he goes (after 5 more minutes) “Nah baby, yours are pretty too.”
I honestly think he was too focused on feeling her ass to even remember why he was staring into her eyes, but needless to say, after that encounter, we both grabbed the lashes and booked it all around Walmart trying to get away from Mr. New Jersey.
Awkward. Night. Is. Awkward.
lol but thanks for the compliment nonetheless Mr. Jersey.
