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There are a few things I could see myself conceivably stabbing someone else over. I would stab you if you were to mess with my son, for example.
But for steak? I don’t know…
Apparently, a guy stabbed someone fatally over steak last week. They were swapping the steak for cocaine.
Two brothers went to their local crack house hours after they made their swap. I guess they wanted their steaks back because they thought they got ripped off.
“What kind of cocaine is this? I want my baby back ribs back!”
One of the brothers died — DIED — for this.
You cannot make this shit up.
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