Last night I brought home dinner so that we could eat real quick and get back to cleaning out the basement, be jealous! So we were sitting at the table eating and talking about the meat sellers that had came to the house earlier that evening. I guess two younger guys came up to the house while my dad, brother and Jasmine were outside and were trying to sell meat out of their truck. First: gross! Second: I guess as they were leaving they actually tried to hit JASMINE! I freaked! Then I started talking about what I would have done if I was there:
me: I would have pulled my 9 iron out of my purse and popped some caps!
brother: 9 iron? Isnt that a golf club?
me: No its not...it would be my 9 mm gun I carry.
brother: (laughing) A 9 iron is a golf club!
me: No its a 9 mm gun in gangsta talk!
My mom started laughing and then it all clicked for some reason that I had actually said a gold club while trying to be gangsta. Then it happened...the green tea I was drinking started coming out my nose! I know gross but it totally burned and was not fun! I seriously have not done that in awhile and glad I was among family instead of being in public. I would have expected that kind of a think to happen to me at the student center. My nose has since recovered and I will try to study up on my "gangsta" talk before next time I try to be tough!
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