BEEF (Next Time I'll Go 2 the White Man??)
Phillylive got beef mannn and here's the deal. About three weeks ago, my old ass computer was acting up and for some odd reason, it would not let me connect to the internet. My first thought was to simply buy a new computer but my dumb ass (being cheap) waivered and thought it could be fixed. So one night, I went to the store and grabbed a forty of MGD (Miller genuine Draft) and tried to fix the problem myself cuz I'm a genius on the low. After f@cking around for the better part of three hours, I knew the problem was bigger than clicking a few buttons. So what do I do, I called the bruh's (my frat brothers - the Mighty Men of Omega Psi Phi, Incorporated). I called my man Cat Daddy to get a referral. He sent me to this bruh call the Worm who was his assistant dean (the nigga who pledged him). Me and the Worm linked up about an hour later and I dropped my computer off at his crib. Mind you, this nigga was visibly high as kite and smelled like a blunt but I trusted him anyway on the strength of Cat Daddy.
Two days later and I don't hear nothing from this weed head. On the third day, I decided to call this nigga. I left a message and still no reply? Fuck that now I'm MADD.. I called Cat Daddy back and started beef'n wit him. Cat Daddy explained that the Worm was a good bruh. Finally, on the fourth day, I reach the Worm on his cell. He tells me my computer is fixed and I can come pick it up in a half hour. I'm like bet. I shot over his crib immediately to pick up my shit. He was outside his apartment building smoking when I arrived. We shook hands, rapped for a minute on some other shit and then he was like its fifty bucks for fixing my computer. I'm like cool but something told me to make sure my shit worked before I left his crib. So first, I was like what was problem. The Worm struggled to explain himself. Then he said my computer was not set up properly but all I had to do was click a few buttons. HUH, CLICK A FEW BUTTONS. Nah homie, I did that already, you click a few buttons. He could see that I was agitated so we went into his crib. He plugged up my computer and starts taking me though the motions of what I need to do. I'm like damn Worm you are charging me fifty bucks for this bullshit? Then, I noticed he did not have a phone line plugged in my computer. When I questioned that, he went and began looking for one. It took the Worm like thirty minutes to find a jack.
Now, I'm heated. Why? Because if it took him thirty minutes to find a fuck'n jack that could only mean that he never plugged my shit up to see if it actually works. Long story short, my shit was not working just like I thought. He played with it for about an hour before I finally decided to grab my computer and bounce. Next thing I know, we are in the parking lot having a Mexican stand off because he still wanted me to pay him for looking at my computer. I'M LIKE FUCK ALL THAT. YOU DID NOTHING SO YOU GET NOTHING. NIGGA WHAT???
To be continued...
Two days later and I don't hear nothing from this weed head. On the third day, I decided to call this nigga. I left a message and still no reply? Fuck that now I'm MADD.. I called Cat Daddy back and started beef'n wit him. Cat Daddy explained that the Worm was a good bruh. Finally, on the fourth day, I reach the Worm on his cell. He tells me my computer is fixed and I can come pick it up in a half hour. I'm like bet. I shot over his crib immediately to pick up my shit. He was outside his apartment building smoking when I arrived. We shook hands, rapped for a minute on some other shit and then he was like its fifty bucks for fixing my computer. I'm like cool but something told me to make sure my shit worked before I left his crib. So first, I was like what was problem. The Worm struggled to explain himself. Then he said my computer was not set up properly but all I had to do was click a few buttons. HUH, CLICK A FEW BUTTONS. Nah homie, I did that already, you click a few buttons. He could see that I was agitated so we went into his crib. He plugged up my computer and starts taking me though the motions of what I need to do. I'm like damn Worm you are charging me fifty bucks for this bullshit? Then, I noticed he did not have a phone line plugged in my computer. When I questioned that, he went and began looking for one. It took the Worm like thirty minutes to find a jack.
Now, I'm heated. Why? Because if it took him thirty minutes to find a fuck'n jack that could only mean that he never plugged my shit up to see if it actually works. Long story short, my shit was not working just like I thought. He played with it for about an hour before I finally decided to grab my computer and bounce. Next thing I know, we are in the parking lot having a Mexican stand off because he still wanted me to pay him for looking at my computer. I'M LIKE FUCK ALL THAT. YOU DID NOTHING SO YOU GET NOTHING. NIGGA WHAT???
To be continued...
posted by PhillyLive at 4:19 AM
2 Comments:
This is the second damn story you've told about a Que doing his own brother shady. The 1st time was about buying some "magic" silver coins, now it's about some fake ass Bill Gates messing with your shit. I'd slapped Cat Daddy on general principal alone for referring that knucklehead Worm to you. I think the Worm took you to somebody else's crib because it should not take no nigga 30 minutes to find a telephone jack in his own place. And another thing anybody that is still using dial-up can't be qualified to fix a computer. I'm disgusted just reading this.....Let us know what happens next.
@MsSecrets-My friends and I have this convo all the time. We start out trying to 'Buy Black' and nine out of ten, we do well. But then there's always that one...when the lack of professionalism, the shoddy service or the sheer attitude gets to be too much, we gather our duckets, leave Keisha and head over to MeiLing, JimBob or Juan
@Philly-Next time ask frat for a Que who is certified to work with computers!!! Before you wind up on Judge Joe Brown or some such, LOL
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