Chicken shit

So like, I've got this old navy buddy who invited me to be the best man at his wedding a couple years ago. I hadn't seen him in awhile, and I was more than happy to oblige. All around nice guy. Expecting a baby here in a couple weeks, but I'm getting off the subject.

The matron of honor is this girl who is best friends with my buddy's wife. This girl is married to some dude who appears to be successful, yet nobody actually knows what he does for a living. He's apparently some sort of businessman, but he seems to be pulling in way more bucks than you'd think for what he says he does. Anyway, this guy apparently doesn't care too much for me. I don't know if he was jealous of the way I escorted his wife at the wedding or what, but apparently they had an argument that somehow involved me. No idea why, and I don't especially care.

A year or so back, this dude finds a cellphone at the airport and calls one of the numbers labeled "Mom" stored in it to try to return it. Nice thing to do. Mom says her son is always losing cellphones, and asked him to return it to William Drayton. William Drayton is the given name for Flavor Flav. Apparently Flavor Flav was pretty happy to get his phone back, and becomes buddy-buddy with this dude, even giving him a shout-out on a talk show he was on. A few social meetings happen where this dude and the matron of honor are the only white folks there, etc.

Fast forward to recently. Apparently the dude loaned his BMW to Flavor Flav, and hasn't seen it since. Matter of fact, he had to buy another car to replace it. So now they have 3 car payments, because dude is too chicken shit to ask for his car back.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

*gasp*

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

This post is now tagged Flavor Flav and William Drayton and chicken shit.