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So I’m at my cousin’s who got married earlier today(well 3rd cousin or something, but I don’t discriminate). I’m chillin’, maxin’, relaxin all cool and couple of kids up to no good starting making trouble in the theater room. So these random ass kids I don’t know at all were all like play with us. I’m like nah, I’m trynna rest before I go downtown later. So one of them grabs my phone that’s resting on my chest. I’m like fuck nah children, that ain’t cool. So they run away and I get them in a spot. I’m like just give me my shit back, they like nah. So they run, but they bring down the curtain and the thing holding it out the wall. They realized they done fucked up running around in this fucking MTV Cribz-ass house. They hand my phone back and are all like, “You gotta help us, dude.” I let em know that I’m not getting involved in their fuckery, and tell them to inform somebody who’s grown-ass and head back to the theater room to lay the fuck down and chill. Well they come back to me in a couple minutes, obviously not having informed a real adult. They’re telling me to help them fix it. I don’t want to get involved but I feel bad for them and go to assess the situation. That shit came off the wall and a screw driver is necessary to fix this shit, I’m like definitely fuck Nah. I did not bring my handy dandy screwdriver on my trip to Seattle. I’m really not getting involved now. So they come back and are trying to get my ass involved again. I’m like, just got tell a real grown up. Eventually after fighting me, they do it…maybe. I hear some grown ups talking about the kids having fucked something up. Somebody comes in and asked me if I seem the kids. Apparently, they disapeared and hiding from their crimes. Sigh.