All i can say is this:
Rick Ross of Husltin fame answered the door and let us in.
Before we got there, Nate Dogg and Too Short had just left.
Ciara was coming over tomorrow morning.
I don't know if we belonged there.
His house has 97 bedrooms (i lost count after 8 so im assuming it was 97)
Every room has a TV or 3, and they were all on B.E.T.
He is sponsored by Playboy.
Unless he just likes Playboy enough to have everything in his house playboy related.
He just put in a stripper pole, but hadn't tested it out yet.
We pulled the stripper pole gently, and it moved.
We wanted to camp out and watch the first girl to try it eat shit.
As soon as we got there, he showed us his new light show-thing that moves to sound.
He was very hospitable. Very reserved.
We got fed heaping amounts of Crunk Juice, Coke, and any kind of beer or liquor we wanted.
He played madden on a 90 inch tv with one hand while he worked his drum machine with the other. I don't know if thats standard for grammy winning producers, but it was funny.
I wanted to ask him a bajillion things, but instead we played pool on his playboy pool table and played foosball on his playboy foosball table and drank crunk juice and played with fake million dollar bills that he had laying around, which i think he just did to mock anyone that came over, like us, who fell for it, and stole them anyway, just in case.
His pool is skinny.
His friends were dope.
As soon as we were leaving, I hear Lil Jon say "are them bitches still comin by?".
Damn, we missed them eating shit on the pole.
The end.
