Last night, I had a dream that Lil Wayne came to my house and moved in with me. I was so excited! I was like, “Oooh cool my friends would be so jealous!! Hee hee hee :D”
He moved all his things and his bed into the kitchen. I asked him why and he said it was so he’d be closer to the food. I thought to myself, “My God he’s a genius…”
I assumed he’d be a really cool roommate. Because he really is cool and everyone wants to meet him. And I just got the privilege of actually doing it! And even in my own house for heavens sake!
I was excited.
I came downstairs to where he was watching tv (on my grandmother’s chair for some reason I’m not sure how that got there.) and I said “Hey Lil Wayne, wanna play Wii Sports???”
Lil Wayne didn’t wanna play Wii Sports with me.
He’d rather do what he was doing which was smoke pot and pet my dog who was sitting in his lap. I asked him why not, and he gave me one of those mottled dream answers that don’t make sense word for word but you know what they mean.
He basically meant, “I don’t wanna play no Wii Sports. Rapping an’ singing are hard boy! I need a break.”
I was like, “Oh, okay.” And respected his personal space.
Then I remembered that even though Wheezy didn’t want to hang out with me, I could still get a picture of him and me so I could post it on Facebook and my friends would be soooooo jealous!
I went downstairs and said, “Hey, Mr. President, can I get a picture with you so I can make my friends jealous?” Lil Wayne said, “Sorry bro I’m going home.”
I said, “What? But you can just wait for me to get one picture with me!”
“Nope the FedEx truck is leaving now!”
Then Mr. Coach Carter ran from my house and jumped onto the back of a FedEx truck and road away.
I’m still pretty mad at him.
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