Y ke echo a pendejiar en Atlantic City

me and the homie Meye at Atlantic City NJ on a frigid weekday.

(Oh yeah, five-O stopped my camarada near the ride for trying to hide a beer in his jacket pocket while urinating. the uniform thought he was hiding a gun trying to break in my grand marquis. racist bacon. you can see the prick patrol the boardwalk while i record)

anyway, this is a record of what happens when two ass-bloods are in A.C., over the legal limit and only feet away from the North Atlantic, sending shout-outs to friends they dont have.

"el mas vurgeson de todos," said Mofo after nine modelos and a shot of jose cuervo especial.

never at a lost for words Meye replied, " ya empezaste a pendejiar."

y ke me apendejo...

as i pan you can observe the coastline of America's Favorite Playground. casinos, resorts and whatever the fuck else. my thing about beaches is, seen one seen em all. the water is what makes the difference, which is why i wanted to go. Finally got to see the Atlantic.

btw i won 10 clams on the slots, which i used on sauce. in case you didnt know, drinks are free at casinos. open bar you degenerates. chuuch.