"What's with these homies, dissing my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent?" - Weezer on [Buddy holly=Weezer]

It was a typical summer afternoon in the early '90s, and the sun was high in the sky, casting its warm rays down on the quiet streets of Montebello. You, Ray, Ruben, Fourthgrade, and Stevie were at fuckshits shop, waiting for Fuckshit, this time he came pretty early for all or your guys's expectation today, considering its like 5am(noon?). The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement as you all discussed your plans for the day until Fuckshit came in, turning all your heads towards him. With a mischievous grin on his face he asked the question that was expected. "Yo, anyone up for a little adventure?" he asked, waving a small baggie of weed. "I know this cool spot we could chill at."