As I do my dance of love, with my depends

As I do my dance of love, with my depends hanging low, I should have bought the bigger size, cause this ones almost full, then I step in something squishy, Oh No I've sprung a leak

in my 40 ounce. I held my finger over the hole to save my malt liquor. I needed that to say a prayer for all the dead homies later. I was an Asian kid dedicated to gangsta rap

, gangsta bitches, and getting straight A's. When I wasn't clockin game studying calculus in the library, I was out bangin. It was Thug Life for real. They call me Trout Face cuz

I like to purse my lips where ever I go, yo. That's how we roll in this hood. Straight gangsta. I remember when this Asian kid came to class talkin' shit about his math skillz, I

let him know, in no uncertain terms, that my being the inventor of Toffee Coffee was so much greater than diff eqs. Yo, >>>>

I peered in the direction of the arrows, but saw nothing of interest, not even Derpy. I turned back and my beverage was gone. Inventor of Toffee Coffee my flank. If that was true,

they'd changed again. What the...?!!! Somebody's messin' with me. "Derpy?" I called out in the darkness. "Is that you?" Nothing. Shrugging, I started back down the path. The arrows

were nearly gone. I could just make out the edge of the trees and nearly fell tripping over downed branches. "Derpy!!" a little louder this time. The silence felt heavy with

the Ponderosa pine casting shadows over the forest floor. It would be dark soon. In the mists I spotted a soft glowing light. There was Derpy! I joined in the dance and faded.