Not too long ago I was at a Christmas party with my bitch. We was having fun eating Christmas cake and whatnot. Saw another cunt I wanted to spit to. Walked over to her and said “What’s up, ya cunt?! What you trying to do?” She said “Excuse me?” I said “Bitch, excuse me! I’m looking for some pussy and some cunt and some butthole.” She said “Well, I mean I have a boyfriend.” I said “Bitch, no one asked that!” She kind of got a little scared, a little frustrated. I said “I’ll snap your neck like a twig right now bitch, if you sass me again!” Her boyfriend – her man, walked over to the table. I’m like “N***a, what’s the deal?” He said... He had a letterman jacket on. He was from highschool, pissing me off. I said “N***a, what sport you play, you little pansy?” He said “I’m a football player.” I said “I don’t care!” Took him by his wrist, cut him; cut his wrist vertically. Then I said “What now, hoe?” Oh, he was on the floor dying, making a scene. That n***a daddy came over and said “What happened?” I said “N***a, I slit his wrist.” Took his letterman from him, put it on, left without paying! That bitch walked up to me after I got out. She was like “What’s the problem?” I was like “I’m 'bout to call Bovice. We’re 'bout to run a train on you bitch!” She said “Ugh…” Started crying a little bit. I slapped that bitch so fast 'cause I ain't tryna hear that. She left. My n***a Bovice came, I was like “Let’s go smoke some weed.” He said “I don’t really got no-” I said “N***a, you better get me high!” Of course, he abided. I’m turning on my own n***as! I’m pissed off a little bit! Now you tell me n***a, is that whole thing unforgivable?