A little boy walks into an ice cream parlor and is seated by a disgruntled waitress.The waitress gives the boy his menu and the boy asks: "How much is two scoops of ice cream?"
Okay...
"It's two dollars" she said rudely. The little boy puts his hands in his pockets and says "I'll take one scoop of ice cream" Then the waitress takes the menu. She leaves and comes back with his scoop.
Okay...
When the waitress came back to give the boy his bill, he found the boy gone and two dollars on the table. One dollar was for the one scoop and the other was for her tip. Isn't that a cute story?
Yeah, I guess. But one question comes to mind, what flavor ice cream did the boy have?
Alright bitch, the brawl is going down right here, tommorrow at 3:00. Oh man, I'm going to fucking kill you. Bring whoever you want, cause they'll be fucking kill them too.
Who to call...?
... so that's the story. Are you going to help me or what?
Sure. I'll be there.
I'm glad you made it.
So where's the punk that's messing with my sweetie?