(phone) Ring. Ring
Violent D: Who the fukk this?
JT: It's me. The menace. What you got going on?
Violent D: Nothing much. Just here chilling. Drinking on some BomBay and watching Ricky Hatton spear the corner post again.
JT: That's lovely. It never gets old. But the way I need a favor.
Violent D: Say no more. She's on her way. But remember the Golden line. "She said she was 18". I'm still cleaning up Boozes mess. I'm getting tired of that.
JT: Nah man. Not that. I'm still feeling that 17 year old. I mean 18 year old from last night.
Violent D: Than what you need? Speak my n***a
JT: A punching bag. I'm getting my work out on. I know you got a bunch of them.
Violent D (walking to his basement): That I do. That I do. What you looking for? Durability? Softness? What?
JT: What you recommend?
Violent D: Well I got the Saddo Boxer bag. It's pretty durable. It gets beat on, on a daily basis. The Brucelee one is not as durable. But it comes in pink.
JT: What else you got?
Violent D: I got a Kirkland Laing. A Taeth bag. If you want I can knock the dust off some of my old ones and let you pick. I got Fenster, Julius Rains, Memphis, Big H, Steelie, Munky, Bilbo. You name it. I got it. I even got me a Kid Thunder bag. Believe it or not.
JT: I heard some of them actually try and hit back?
Violent D: LOL. Where you hear that? The Big H one scratched back. But that's about it. Nothing you can't handle. What exactly you looking for?
JT: I ain't really trying to go all out on my work out. I'm just trying to impress this new MILF that moved next door. I need something that will make me look good.
Violent D: Say no more. I got the perfect punching bag for you. The hattonthehammer bag. Not durable at all. Plenty soft. Doesn't fight back. And it comes in pink as well.
JT: That will do just fine. I'll pick it up in an hour.
Violent D: Alright. Don't forget to bring my barely legal back.
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