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Cutthroat
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posted 6/15/04 5:59 PM
I was flippin some pies aroun 3:30 am and the damndest thing happened. Flava Tribe staggers into the pizza place looking like a 9 week bender and imediately are showered with slices and cheers of adoration. Sitting next to some hungry ladies and distributing business cards like kiss me coupons some other young men grow irate at the world and murmer, "Flamin' Tribe." The bitches that Flava was keepin company with jump up and viciously call them, "PussyFaces!" Wyles and Cmcd were laughing like kindergartners in detective John Kimble's classroom and continued handing out cards and blowing kisses. Moments later the girls sweep the young philistines out of the place and bid farewell to the Tribe, wishing them safe passage. At this point I step outside for a smoke and hear a comotion up the street about a block. I hear a girl's voice scream, "your gonna get jumped!" I run closer to see what's going on. Those same philistines who foolishly mispronounced Flava Tribe are getting tossed around like ragdoll infidels by a group of vigilante renegades who obviously held a no-nonsense policy on slander. One poor fool jumps straight up after a kick to the skull and runs directly to the sidewalk as if it were out of bounds safe zone. A girl lamenting strikes at the group of street toughs and hits one in the face with a casted arm. I look even further down the street, way down, and I see Flava Tribe dancin into the distance like two merry stumblebums. Man those guys are cool. Even though they didn't actually have anything to do with the fight, I guess the moral is, Flava Tribe.
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