This is ridiculous..
I need to sleep..
The spaniards next door are having some
kind of early morning karaoke session,
singing a the top of their lungs
They're weird guys..
I asked one of them
for some cake one day, ever since,
they have brought me cake..
I just assumed they were being freindly
as i never get up early in the morning..
My cellie was suspicious..
"Either there's poison in it or that Spanish n****r wants you to fuck him"
Not quite sure i agree with either
of those ridiculous conclusions..
I started to refuse their daily offerings of cake,
'til i realised they where giving it to my cellie instead..
I reminded him of his theory..
"My n****r! I was testing it for you!"