Friday, June 3, 2011

FLIFFING FRIDAYS



Tip 3: Out fliff the fliffer

So you're in your regular fliff hole, dumping fistfuls of fliff in front of unsuspecting chumps. You've been skippin lines all night and everyone is so impressed then suddenly... BAM

BAMBAMBAMBAMBMABAMMABMABBA

Somebody enters the fliff hole. And he's rockin stacks.

Serious stacks.

We're not talking sick stacks of 'ceipts...

Stacks of pineapples.

So what the fuck does a young fliffer do? You don't have that kinda fliff! You got volume but no street value. This is some lion king shit and you gotta lead that fucking pack.

Only one option. Call the police and tell them there is some chump throwing around counterfeit fliff. Counterfliff.

Fliffers can't use counterfliff in fliffholes. When he gets taken away like a chump, laugh really hard. Force it out. Laugh so hard. Laugh in everyones face. fucking "HAR HAR HAR" whos fliffing now WHOS FLIFFIN NOW? Now yell at the bar staff that drinks for everyone are on You tonight. Drop your entire sack on the counter. Receipts and all. JUST FUCKING DO IT. The fliff sack will spill all over the counter. It will be so loud. Announce "that should cover it". Now.... Bust a 180 and step. You fliffed well tonight. Kick the door open on your way out.

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