HawaiianRoll 4 months ago
I was born into a family of non-yeeters. Every morning before I went to school my father would say, "if I ever find out that you've hit that yeet, r'll thump ya
Yes, pa," I would always reply. It was a regular occurrence for him to burst into my room unannounced while I was relaxing or doing homework.
Yall hitting that yeet?" he would seeth.
"No, pa, I would answer
Good." He would then walk out the room and shout, "if I ever catch ya, it's a thumpin
It was a difficult upbringing. I had seen my friends hittin that yeet at school, and many of them encouraged me to partake.
I would swallow my pride. "No thanks. I don't wanna catch a thumpin' from pa." As a result, I was an outcast. A loner. I became depressed, knowing that I would never be like my peers, I
would never fit in - I would never hit that yeet.
One day, when I was still but a wee lad, I became curious. I was in my room, watching Instagram videos of fellas my age hittin that yeet allover town without a care in the world. My
intentions got the better o
breathed in
f me. I stood up, my knees trembling. Carefully, I leaned onto my right foot and raised my hand in the air,
My father burst from my closet. " told you Id thump ya if I ever caught you hittin that yeet, nibba,' he ejaculated. Then, he thumped me.
I haven't hit that yeet since.
Until today. This morning was my father's funeral. At the procession, my brother asked me to say a few words. I told him I only needed one
With confidence, I approached the podium. I gazed out upon the gathering of sad faces. I cleared my throat and leaned into the microphone
Yeet," I spake.
Suddenly, my father leapt from his hand-crafted mahogany coffin, the gunshot wound still in his chest. He sprinted up to the podium with the energy of a man without a gunshot wound in
his chest.
Yall hittin that dirty fuckin' yeet at my funeral?" he ejaculated. He raised his hand to thump me.
"Not so fast, pa." I grabbed his hand. "Yaint thumpin no mo.
My father looked at me with eyes as open as the gunshot wound in his chest. A tear fell from his right eye, which also had a monocle. "The student becomes the teacher, he said
The student becomes the yeetcher," I corrected him.
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