I didn’t say I wouldn’t complain about it
by JennyBeckman
I didn’t say I wouldn’t complain about it
by JennyBeckman
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I helped a friend move in the dead of night once. He needed a permit from his apartment building but didn’t get it and the U-Haul was due back. So we snuck an entire studio apartment up to the 9th floor. Fit a whole full-length couch into an elevator. It took about 6 hours of total silence.
I don’t want to hear a word when he’s holding my shovel.
I’ll help my best friend get a good lawyer. I’ll even help him get a therapist if this is a Dahmer situation.
If he’s coming to me all after the fact, that means he committed a sloppy ass murder and probably left some evidence! I’ll be damned if i’m going to prison as an accessory!
There be a lot of “booyyyyy” being said whole we diggin.
That shit better be thoroughly premeditated and need a damn good reason why I should be involved because I know those forensic scientists leave no stone unturned at a scene.
They better have a way that leaves no blood, no digital record, no paper trail, nothing.
My bestie doesn’t leave bodies to be found…
