You Probably Can't Check Me Pops.

RECENTLY I made the horrible mistake of sharing with one of my middle-aged co-workers that I sometimes make appearances on local basketball courts. When I show up its usually not to watch, that's right, Zark laces em up.. Upon telling this clown at work about my game, he immediately comes at me with, "Yo, why don't you holler at me next time and I'll come get up with you wherever y'all are playing at." To set the record straight, I'm not totally against that. I mean dude could have some serious game. Alot of time old dudes are notorious for making bank-shot jumpers that they really have no business making. Sometimes having that cat on your squad can pay crucial dividends...............

What I am against is, everytime I walk past my man Ray at work I get D'ed up.. Even sometimes when I'm not expecting it, this motherfucker will straight creep out from behind a wall that I just so happen to be walking by, and straight get into a defensive stance and start smacking the floor... Chill the fuck out Dominican Pistol Pete. That shit is real uncomfortable.. It's no secret that I really don't like my job, and the new perk is having Dominican Ray size me up for some straight old man defense every time he gets the chance...
I am so sick of hearing, "you better not be coming up to the court wearing some tight-ass John Stockton shorts, and some beat up Chucks." Alright Ray, I'm calling your bitch-ass this weekend, so go ahead and get your Short Term Disability benefits straightened out, you could end up missing a few days of work after this........

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