Brittany Broski

Coop?

Good to see you, brother.

Hey, baby.

One time I was kind of dating this guy and he told me to meet him at the club, romantic.

And so I go, and you know you're doing that broke bitch shit where you're like, God, I'm so thirsty.

God, I wish I had a drink.

God, so thirsty, it's so hot in here.

And then normally it works, but then when he's like, I'm not buying drinks here, they're too fucking expensive.

And then I was like, okay, brokey, even though I had no money.

Then I go up and I buy myself the one drink I can afford.

ice in a cup yeah i was like just put maraschino cherries in a cup and pretend yeah soda water don't charge me yep so i got one drink and then i i turned around and i'm going back to my friends and he goes hey do you want to hook me up and i was like with what and he brought his own red solo cup into the club he had it he had it crushed in the waistband of his pants took it out punched it out like that and then i'm not kidding and men wonder why they don't deserve rights

They wonder why I fucking hate them.

And that's what I get for saying no to him at prom.

I have never seen broker shit in my fucking life.

I was like, are you being dead ass?

You want me to split my drink in that dirty solo cup?

For real, fuck.

He's got gooch stench in it because it was in the fucking waistline of his pants.

There's like a little crack in the side of it because he folded it up to put it in.

That shit's real.