I'm telling you Joe Rogan. There was this chinese drugdealer in North Bergen that hung out at the Burger King drive-in. We called him Yellow Nigger Chang, nobody knew what his real name was, dog. He would just bow and give you an eightball of coke or quaaludes or whatever you need. I robbed him once with a pick axe, Joe Rogan. The pick axe had a loose handle but he wouldn't figure that one out because he was such a polite, passive pussy, dog. Tremendous! We would fuck with him like that, than go back to him 3-4 weeks later and buy dope like nothing happened. Meanwhile Bruce Lee came into the cinema, dog. This motherfucker watches it, i don't know what happened, Joe Rogan... I go up to him, this time with a gun to rob him again, swear on my mother, dog... he grabs it and crushes it with his bare hands and then dropkicks me in the head, dog. I was seeing stars, Joe Rogan! Needless to say, i always paid for my gorilla biscuits afterwards, dog.
