Idk if it's a delhi thing but I remember once I was strolling in rajiv chowk and a guy came out of a shop and looked at me and said "ye kya gir gaya hai" and when I started checking around me to see if any of my belonging had dropped from my bag, bro went on to say "Suit aur sherwani ke daam gir gaye hai, khareediye, sale, sale"
I was like this is Sales final boss.
my schizophrenic cousin once told me “never let a nigga impress you. once a nigga impress you he can have you believe anything.” this is basically the same thing.
a few days ago, one of my friends asked me
bro, i’m in a bit of need, do you have eleven thousand rupees?
i said - yeah, i do.
you know, six years ago
to earn eleven thousand,
i had to work for eleven full days.
i’ve carried crates for sixteen bars too.
to make 11 grand today it probably didn’t take more than five hours.
forget eleven days
in those five hours, every fifteen minutes,
the two of us were making more than 50 grand .
so yeah bro,
your brother does have eleven thousand.
*girl that came over reaches for my computer but opens valorant by accident*
me: NO DON'T-
her: omg…
me: I'm so sorry I didn't mean for you to see th-
*slaps me* THAT'S FOR HIDING THINGS FROM ME
*kisses me* and that's for saving North American ranked.. one game at a time