PJ plots his plan

PJ Washington was pissed. He was on the brink of losing his money and woman. However, he was determined not to lose either without a fight. He knew he had to be smart, but that didn’t mean he needed to be nice. Therefore, he wanted to make her feel the same pain as him.

Washington drove to Lamelo Ball’s giant house. After knocking on the door, a stoned Lamelo opened the door and let in PJ. Ball was a 6’7” fair-skinned man who attracted women with his curly hair. The duo walked to the living room and sat on a couch near their teammate Miles Bridges.

“Yo Miles told me what that bitch did to you bro, I feel bad.” Miles responded in kind by saying, “yeah, man, you gotta fight this shit.” This energy instantly egged on Washington: “yeah Nigga I’m trying to plan how to recover from this. Do y’all have a whiteboard or something? I need to write this down.”

Both Ball and Bridges looked at each other before bursting out laughing. “This Nigga thinks he’s a professor or something.” Washington appreciated the joke but asked, “okay, bruh but do you have anything I can write on?”

Lamelo left and went to his basement, returning with giant post-it notes and markers. Washington responded, saying, “yo Nigga you clowned me but had a whiteboard???” “Negro these are post-it notes, not a whiteboard!” Washington and Bridges laughed and said, “same difference, bozo.”

After brainstorming and smoking for a while, Miles came up with a good idea. “What you need is to get this bitch Brittany off her game. If you expose her for being crazy, you’ll get to keep your kid and your cash.”

Washington agreed with Bridges: “facts, bro, I need to push her buttons. But I gotta come off like I don’t care about her crazy ass. It’s gotta seem like I’m focused on myself.”

After exhaling smoke, Lamelo spoke up, “bro, what you need is a bitch. No multiple bitches. Noooo, multiple WHITE bitches. That’ll definitely set her off.”

PJ agreed: “I gotta get pretty white women, though. Some butterface wouldn’t faze a black woman like Brittany. But she’s gotta be famous and easily willing to fuck with me.”

“Okay let’s think of some girls. Kylie Jenner? Nah, she’s taken. Ariana Grande? Big Sean said that pussy’s creamy. Yeah, but she’s not gonna be with the shits. What about that short girl from Game of Thrones, Masie Williams? Nah, I wouldn’t make that work.”

“Wait, why not reach out to pornstars?” Both Lamelo and PJ stated at Miles for his suggestion. “Nah niggas hear me out, PJ doesn’t have to choose a wife, and he doesn’t have to be with these bitches long term. He just needs to get pictures with them long enough to piss off Brittany.

Plus, I know two pornstars named Lena Paul and Marsha May. They’re both freaks and just so happen to be coming to North Carolina this weekend.”

PJ reluctantly agreed with Bridges. “Ok, can you have them come through soon?” “They can come through tonight, and they’re thrilled to meet you.”

Washington was instantly hype: “bet!!!! Let’s continue plotting. If I know Brittany well, she’s definitely going to go clubbing tonight. Put out a word to all the bouncers and block her from getting into any of them!”

Lamelo rebutted, “how are we gonna make your ex jealous if she can’t get in?” “She’ll find a way to get in, and she’s the type of bitch to want to get into a club more when she is told no.”

“Okay then, let’s smoke, play 2K more and wait for these hoes to pull up.”