- Dołączono
- 14 Lis 2012
"Guess who pranked their dad? Me.
Guess who left their wallet on the kitchen table? Guess who got their credit card taken by a master thief? I'll give you a hint: It's a filthy, rich fat-ass fucker. That's right, my dad. Hahaha.
This is basically what happened, okay. Look at these pics if you want to know the scoop: [5 images of credit card fraud cartoons]
So then I go to my room and post on Twitter, "Where do you but skeletons?" because I'm going to buy 50 skeletons with my dad's credit card and have them quickly delivered to the house, because when my dad gets home he'd be like, "Wow, what the fuck are all these skeletons doing here? Looks like I got owned by Tyce, better stop being a faggot to him all day." Pfft, like that'd happen. Today's proving day and I'm just showing him I'm the top soldier on this war ground, because I'm pulling the punches like there's no tomorrow.
I waited like two fucking days for the skeletons to get to the house because Amazon is slow as fuck. The skeletons arrived at the house right before my dad was getting back from work, so I'm throwing them around the house and putting them into poses. I give one of them a blunt, like he's smoking weed.
When he gets back, I'm smoking weed with a new friend and he freaks out, shouting "what the fuck!?". He starts to punch the skeletons, throwing them around the house, tearing them apart, and I'm like, "Wow you just got owned by the Tycenado, motherfucker." He's still pissed, so I'm thinking it's time to execute part 2 of my plan.
I grab my skateboard and start running out of the house through the backdoor. He takes the weed I gave one skeleton and throws it at me on my way out, but I run too fast and dodge it like in the Matrix. I skate up the street to Caleb's house, because Caleb is a pussy and I am blackmailing him. I tell him to let me stay at his house while his parents aren't there, or I'll tell them he smokes weed. So now I'm listening to Tech 9 on Spotify, living large because that's how Tyce life is."
Guess who left their wallet on the kitchen table? Guess who got their credit card taken by a master thief? I'll give you a hint: It's a filthy, rich fat-ass fucker. That's right, my dad. Hahaha.
This is basically what happened, okay. Look at these pics if you want to know the scoop: [5 images of credit card fraud cartoons]
So then I go to my room and post on Twitter, "Where do you but skeletons?" because I'm going to buy 50 skeletons with my dad's credit card and have them quickly delivered to the house, because when my dad gets home he'd be like, "Wow, what the fuck are all these skeletons doing here? Looks like I got owned by Tyce, better stop being a faggot to him all day." Pfft, like that'd happen. Today's proving day and I'm just showing him I'm the top soldier on this war ground, because I'm pulling the punches like there's no tomorrow.
I waited like two fucking days for the skeletons to get to the house because Amazon is slow as fuck. The skeletons arrived at the house right before my dad was getting back from work, so I'm throwing them around the house and putting them into poses. I give one of them a blunt, like he's smoking weed.
When he gets back, I'm smoking weed with a new friend and he freaks out, shouting "what the fuck!?". He starts to punch the skeletons, throwing them around the house, tearing them apart, and I'm like, "Wow you just got owned by the Tycenado, motherfucker." He's still pissed, so I'm thinking it's time to execute part 2 of my plan.
I grab my skateboard and start running out of the house through the backdoor. He takes the weed I gave one skeleton and throws it at me on my way out, but I run too fast and dodge it like in the Matrix. I skate up the street to Caleb's house, because Caleb is a pussy and I am blackmailing him. I tell him to let me stay at his house while his parents aren't there, or I'll tell them he smokes weed. So now I'm listening to Tech 9 on Spotify, living large because that's how Tyce life is."
. Only Tyce could produce something this hilarious and insane.
his dad.
