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Among Enemies: A Tale Starring TaBB, BBBLP, NS922, and Sky Valley.
So, here we were. 4 roomates who last week, were just regular dudes. Wait, I should back up here. Ok, about 3 in the morning a week ago Back back back low punch (Low) and NS922 (NS) had walked down to the gas station to buy some donuts. We had all heard the lottery had grown to 2.4 million dollars, and people were buying tickets left and right in order to hit it big. So while there, NS bought a ticket while Low flirted with the cashier. When they got back to the crib, me and Sky were chilling on the couch and playing some MK9 to pass the time. "You son of a bish" I groaned as Sky laughed while he babalitied my Sektor with Smoke. I grabbed a cigarette off the table and was about ready to call it a night. "Hey," I said as I walked to the kitchen to pour some orange juice. "You think we should cook a pizza tonight or something? I'm hungry as balls." Sky just looked at the tv, still playing MK9. "Dude!" I called out, unsure of if he heard me or not. Sky just waved his hand and said, "Yeah, pour me some OJ too." I was about ready to throw the bottle of orange juice at Sky, when NS and Low walked in.
Itching for some donuts, I looked at NS's hand. "Haha dude, you bought a goddamn lottery ticket?! Lol no one wins that shit, it's all just one big cash scam," Sky said as he helped himself to a sprinkeld treat. NS, who at this point had already had two donuts, grabbed a quarter from the table and began scratching at the ticket. 1 dollar sign. 2 dollar signs. We all sat around the coffee table, now pretty excited because we knew NS was going to go wild when the next thing he scratched off was going to be a big ass X or something. Instead, we all went insane. 3 mother ****ing dollar signs.. we had just won the goddamn lottery. Jumping up and down in victory, we had no idea what to do with this new found money. Low ripped off his shirt and screamed, "We going to Logan's roadhouse tonight bishes!" Sky laughed and said "Dude, we could buy Logan's Roadhouse with this money." And then it hit me.. this was an insane amount of money, enough to make 4 friends turn against each other for no reason. "Guys," I called out, as NS' was smashing the playstation on the coffee table like some kind of goddamn animal, saying we could buy 30 more if we wanted. "We should calm down. This is a shit ton of money. Let's think some shit out first before we spend it all on a restaurant or 40 PS3's." Sky nodded as put down the lighter next to the couch, "TaBB's right" he said, "We gotta start out slow. First things first, we gotta plan a trip or something. Well, actually, we need to go get this f*cking thing cashed and see how much the goverment takes out in taxes."
Low groaned from the kitchen as he was making a pan of bbq ribs. "Man," he called out "I bet they take like $1,000,000 out in taxes. F*cking gay shit, son. We ain't gonna be able to buy shit." NS, who was shaking his head, said "No, we'll still be rich as pingas. We gotta go somewhere with this money. And a fhucking week my ass! I just broke our only game system!! I ain't waiting that long to get my game on they better send us that money NOW!" We all laughed and threw whatever was close to us at NS, knowing damn well we couldn't get the money faster. "But a Road trip?" I asked, intrigued at the thought of going to Cancun or California with the winnings. "No way dude, let's fly to Canada!" Sky said, "We could raise some hell up there, and plus the mounties aren't going to do shit if we get caught." After much consideration and debate, we all agreed that we were going to get the hell out of Montana and take a month long vacation in Vancouver, Canada. We got some sleep, and in the morning, all of us went to the gas station where Ns had bought the ticket and cashed it in. The cashier said it would take one week for us to get the money deposited into NS's bank account.
We had gotten the money into NS's bank account last night. We spent that night going everywhere all over town, breaking shit and me and sky got drunk as hell. I picked a fight with a biker outside of a bar and bbblp had to help me out of the tussle while NS and Sky laughed that I got my ass beat by a dude three times my size. Whatever, I got a lot of punches in... pretty sure I broke that biker's nose. Anyways, we woke up back in the apartment in the morning. I woke up to find my knuckles and face smeared with dry blood and my eye was swollen pretty bad. I laughed to myself and got out of bed and headed for the shower to rinse this blood off. While in the shower, I heard a bunch of commotion and shit. It was nothing new, NS and BB are always fighting at about this time in the AM.
I put on a flannel and my favorite pair of jeans and was immediately met with a fresh hot biscuit in my swollen eye. "Rise and shine, cage fighter," laughed Sky, the thrower of the biscuit. I laughed and sat down at the kitchen, to enjoy the daily coffee and the fight between NS and Low. "Nah son" bb screamed as he poked NS in the chest, "That was MY fuggin leftovers from last night. You ate my last rib!" "Bull shit," NS replied, his mouth still coated with bbq sauce, "It was MY rib and I ate the hell out of that shit." BB threw a big ass block of cheese from the refrigerator, and meant to hit NS in the back as he walked away from him. Instead, NS ducked and it hit Sky's hands as he was rolling a joint, loose weed going everywhere. "Dude what the fhuck?! That was the last of my good stuff I bought from Wraith!" Sky yelled in desperation, trying to collect the weed from the ground, but it was too late. The windows were already open, and it had flown from the ground into the outside in a matter of seconds. "I don't give a shit." Bb called out from the kitchen I was in, "You need to be on your toes when we're in the airport anyways, and we actually gotta go now! Fhuck, we're about to be late!"
Checking the time on my phone, I realized Low was right, we were getting close to 5:00. I grabbed my bag and was heading out the door when I saw Sky eyeballing NS's jeans. "Dude..are those my goddamn pants?" Sky said as he approached NS with a menacing glare. "Uh.. no way dude, these are mine." Ns replied nervously, his eyes darting left and right. "We ain't got time for this shit." I said, as I began running outside to start the truck. BB followed, leaving NS and Sky to continue this argument. After two minutes of waiting in the truck, I had had enough. Just as I was opening the door, I saw the pair of jeans flying through the air from our 4th story window and NS running outside into the truck in his boxers. He jumped in and shouted, "Let's leave his ass!" and pushed me over to get into the driver's seat. Sky, sprinting down the stairs from the apartment to pick up his jeans, was slowly getting left behind as NS stepped on the gas. With all of us laughing our asses off, Sky had reclaimed his jeans and jumped in the back of the pickup right when NS was about to gun it.
So, here we were. 4 roomates who last week, were just regular dudes. Wait, I should back up here. Ok, about 3 in the morning a week ago Back back back low punch (Low) and NS922 (NS) had walked down to the gas station to buy some donuts. We had all heard the lottery had grown to 2.4 million dollars, and people were buying tickets left and right in order to hit it big. So while there, NS bought a ticket while Low flirted with the cashier. When they got back to the crib, me and Sky were chilling on the couch and playing some MK9 to pass the time. "You son of a bish" I groaned as Sky laughed while he babalitied my Sektor with Smoke. I grabbed a cigarette off the table and was about ready to call it a night. "Hey," I said as I walked to the kitchen to pour some orange juice. "You think we should cook a pizza tonight or something? I'm hungry as balls." Sky just looked at the tv, still playing MK9. "Dude!" I called out, unsure of if he heard me or not. Sky just waved his hand and said, "Yeah, pour me some OJ too." I was about ready to throw the bottle of orange juice at Sky, when NS and Low walked in.
Itching for some donuts, I looked at NS's hand. "Haha dude, you bought a goddamn lottery ticket?! Lol no one wins that shit, it's all just one big cash scam," Sky said as he helped himself to a sprinkeld treat. NS, who at this point had already had two donuts, grabbed a quarter from the table and began scratching at the ticket. 1 dollar sign. 2 dollar signs. We all sat around the coffee table, now pretty excited because we knew NS was going to go wild when the next thing he scratched off was going to be a big ass X or something. Instead, we all went insane. 3 mother ****ing dollar signs.. we had just won the goddamn lottery. Jumping up and down in victory, we had no idea what to do with this new found money. Low ripped off his shirt and screamed, "We going to Logan's roadhouse tonight bishes!" Sky laughed and said "Dude, we could buy Logan's Roadhouse with this money." And then it hit me.. this was an insane amount of money, enough to make 4 friends turn against each other for no reason. "Guys," I called out, as NS' was smashing the playstation on the coffee table like some kind of goddamn animal, saying we could buy 30 more if we wanted. "We should calm down. This is a shit ton of money. Let's think some shit out first before we spend it all on a restaurant or 40 PS3's." Sky nodded as put down the lighter next to the couch, "TaBB's right" he said, "We gotta start out slow. First things first, we gotta plan a trip or something. Well, actually, we need to go get this f*cking thing cashed and see how much the goverment takes out in taxes."
Low groaned from the kitchen as he was making a pan of bbq ribs. "Man," he called out "I bet they take like $1,000,000 out in taxes. F*cking gay shit, son. We ain't gonna be able to buy shit." NS, who was shaking his head, said "No, we'll still be rich as pingas. We gotta go somewhere with this money. And a fhucking week my ass! I just broke our only game system!! I ain't waiting that long to get my game on they better send us that money NOW!" We all laughed and threw whatever was close to us at NS, knowing damn well we couldn't get the money faster. "But a Road trip?" I asked, intrigued at the thought of going to Cancun or California with the winnings. "No way dude, let's fly to Canada!" Sky said, "We could raise some hell up there, and plus the mounties aren't going to do shit if we get caught." After much consideration and debate, we all agreed that we were going to get the hell out of Montana and take a month long vacation in Vancouver, Canada. We got some sleep, and in the morning, all of us went to the gas station where Ns had bought the ticket and cashed it in. The cashier said it would take one week for us to get the money deposited into NS's bank account.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
We had gotten the money into NS's bank account last night. We spent that night going everywhere all over town, breaking shit and me and sky got drunk as hell. I picked a fight with a biker outside of a bar and bbblp had to help me out of the tussle while NS and Sky laughed that I got my ass beat by a dude three times my size. Whatever, I got a lot of punches in... pretty sure I broke that biker's nose. Anyways, we woke up back in the apartment in the morning. I woke up to find my knuckles and face smeared with dry blood and my eye was swollen pretty bad. I laughed to myself and got out of bed and headed for the shower to rinse this blood off. While in the shower, I heard a bunch of commotion and shit. It was nothing new, NS and BB are always fighting at about this time in the AM.
I put on a flannel and my favorite pair of jeans and was immediately met with a fresh hot biscuit in my swollen eye. "Rise and shine, cage fighter," laughed Sky, the thrower of the biscuit. I laughed and sat down at the kitchen, to enjoy the daily coffee and the fight between NS and Low. "Nah son" bb screamed as he poked NS in the chest, "That was MY fuggin leftovers from last night. You ate my last rib!" "Bull shit," NS replied, his mouth still coated with bbq sauce, "It was MY rib and I ate the hell out of that shit." BB threw a big ass block of cheese from the refrigerator, and meant to hit NS in the back as he walked away from him. Instead, NS ducked and it hit Sky's hands as he was rolling a joint, loose weed going everywhere. "Dude what the fhuck?! That was the last of my good stuff I bought from Wraith!" Sky yelled in desperation, trying to collect the weed from the ground, but it was too late. The windows were already open, and it had flown from the ground into the outside in a matter of seconds. "I don't give a shit." Bb called out from the kitchen I was in, "You need to be on your toes when we're in the airport anyways, and we actually gotta go now! Fhuck, we're about to be late!"
Checking the time on my phone, I realized Low was right, we were getting close to 5:00. I grabbed my bag and was heading out the door when I saw Sky eyeballing NS's jeans. "Dude..are those my goddamn pants?" Sky said as he approached NS with a menacing glare. "Uh.. no way dude, these are mine." Ns replied nervously, his eyes darting left and right. "We ain't got time for this shit." I said, as I began running outside to start the truck. BB followed, leaving NS and Sky to continue this argument. After two minutes of waiting in the truck, I had had enough. Just as I was opening the door, I saw the pair of jeans flying through the air from our 4th story window and NS running outside into the truck in his boxers. He jumped in and shouted, "Let's leave his ass!" and pushed me over to get into the driver's seat. Sky, sprinting down the stairs from the apartment to pick up his jeans, was slowly getting left behind as NS stepped on the gas. With all of us laughing our asses off, Sky had reclaimed his jeans and jumped in the back of the pickup right when NS was about to gun it.
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