I was quite the spectacle, I'm sure!
On our way home we were desperate for gas. We decided National City looked like the most convenient stop. Can we say, "Scary"? We rolled up in our Cadillac, flashing our bling bling... stopped for just a moment to see a brotha in a bumpin' low rider flashin' his golden grill and brass knuckles all up in our bit-ness. He said "sup" and that's all it took. We immediately put the gas pump back into the holster and sped off... ON EMPTY!
We needed gas... but not that bad.
Moral of the story: Saltine Crackers do NOT belong in a bagfull of Golden Grahams.
We topped the night off with a 1 a.m. dinner/dessert at Denny's. Big Baller Gharring (G-Money)footed the bill for us broke folk.
I think a part of me died that night...












3 comments:
Laughing hard at your moral of the story! So funny. Miss ya girl. You never told me how bad Raegan was. Why you always keeping the details out? jk. Glad she's better. Where's a post of the new member of the family? Did I tell you that Jaidyn got walking pneumonia from Raegan? Then me? Good times.
Literally laughed out loud at your post - a bit like that night - we laughed non stop - GTs for sure. You rock the MJ look!
Seriously? Could you have described that night any better? So fun, and MJ's got nothing on you!
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