mischief

ni kitu gani ya ufala sana ushaifanya hii life??

nakumbuka nikiwanga high school siku ya opening wakati wa kudunga shopping nilibuy ile soda big ya 2 litres ya coke na juu nilijua ng’ombe za watu zitakuja kuniomba nikaiseti kwa box kitu ka wiki mbili ivi. sasa siku ya kufungua soda niliimwaga yote kwa chupa ya fanta nikangoja ile idhaa nimekazwa na mnyoro nikaenda nikanyora ndani almost quarter ya chupa nikaimix na ile soda yenye nilikuwa nimeseti kwa chupa ya fanta. alafu ikifika jioni nikajifanya ati sasa naifungua mafala wanakam na vikombe mbio mbio na ivo ndo watu walikunywanga mnyoro yangu!!

You are stupid.

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sele sana

That gif is cinematic lore…
Billy Costigan: [to the bartender] Cranberry juice.

Man Glassed in Bar: It’s a natural diuretic. My girlfriend drinks it when she’s got her period. What, do you got your period?

[Billy grabs an empty glass and smashes it onto the man’s head. Mr. French grabs Billy throws him against the wall. Billy tries to go towards the man again and French holds him against the wall. Billy pushes French’s hands away]

Billy Costigan: Get your fuckin’ hands off me!

Mr. French: [calmly] Hey, hey, hey… do you know me?

Billy Costigan: No, no.

Mr. French: Well, I’m the guy that tells you there are guys you can hit and there’s guys you can’t. Now, that’s not quite a guy you can’t hit, but it’s almost a guy you can’t hit. So I’m gonna make a fuckin’ ruling on this right now. You don’t fuckin’ hit him. You understand?

Billy Costigan: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine, fine.

Mr. French: I fucking know you. I know your family. You make one more drug deal with that idiot fucking cop-magnet of a cousin of yours and I’ll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I’ll cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?

Billy Costigan: Yeah, yeah, I do.

Mr. French: What are you drinkin’?

Billy Costigan: [embarrassed] A cranberry juice.

Mr. French: What is it, your period?

[to the bartender]

Mr. French: Get him a… cranberry juice.

Mr. French: [to the man] Hey, fuckhead, that’s Jackie’s nephew.

Man Glassed in Bar: Oh.

Mr. French: What? “Oh” fuckin’ what?

[punches the man four times in the face]

Mr. French: Get the fuck outta here.

I feel like i have watched a movie already.