His Name Is Frank
Bluelight Crew
I pulled behind a car at a gas station and waited for the woman to finish pumping her gas. She gets in her car and starts backing up. Before I could even utter a word, she backs into my car. I was pissed. She gets out and walks up to my window. I'm asking her if she's fucking blind or something and she's so calm about it all. She finally gets me to calm down and after seeing neither car was damaged, I apologized to her for ranting.
I mumbled under my breath that I needed to finish the blunt that was in my car. She goes, "Oh you smoke weed? Because I sell fat ass dimes." I told her she had just found a new best friend. We exchanged numbers and as she was pulling away, I saw her license plate number. ***420. She didn't even know what 420 meant when I called her later, but she was true to her word. She hooked me up every time. I miss that girl.
I mumbled under my breath that I needed to finish the blunt that was in my car. She goes, "Oh you smoke weed? Because I sell fat ass dimes." I told her she had just found a new best friend. We exchanged numbers and as she was pulling away, I saw her license plate number. ***420. She didn't even know what 420 meant when I called her later, but she was true to her word. She hooked me up every time. I miss that girl.