spill it, wackycat
Ok. Just so you guys know, back in WC's college days, he had a knack for getting super pak'd and peeing in odd places. Beds, plants, TV's, closets, etc. This was the last night of our SB, so we went hard and ended up at their famous club:
http://clublavela.com/. It was here where I found a nice young filly and took her up to the champaigne room. After drinking all day, hitting up some vodka at the club, and toasting to the bottle of champaigne, I started to brown out here. The filly said: "Let's get out of here and go back to your hotel!" I said "ok." So we leave in a cab and I try to text my friends that I'm headed back to the hotel w/ a filly, like a stud, but I kept dropping my phone. That's how pak'd I was. So the filly grabbed my phone and said: "I'll hold this for you until we get to the room." The cab finally get's to the hotel down the strip and this is where I got super weird. Knowing about my past, I tried to warn the filly that I might end up pissing somewhere (I was trying to be a gentlemen). However, all that came out of my mouth was: "I'm gonna pee on you!" Yup, I said that.
That filly ran the fastest 40 I've ever seen. She ran right down the strip with her arm in the air, waving down the next cab. There went my phone, my slay, and my pride, all in one sentence. My friends and I don't talk about Panama anymore.
