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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Here's the mail it never fails it makes me want to wag my tail, when it comes I want to wail MAIIIILLLL!!!

This week I got a letter from Maximilian AND Dal Pal.  Both sent me pictures too :)
I'm writting Dallin as we speak, and I already bundled up Maxy's little letter and sent it lovingly on its way.  Ima also write Taylor now that I know the secret ways of Mexican Postal Services.

So yesterday I had the overwhelming privilege to work at Mayo High School, and this, among many others, was one of the priceless conversations I got to hear.  I will first set the scene up:

There were 3 black girls sitting on one of the heaters in the foyer--the one the kids always sit on when they are waiting for a ride--they were all wearing either kicks or boots (with the fur) and were talking on their side kicks.

One of the three girls was talking on her phone to a friend and was trying to get a ride...
"Hey!  Where you at?"
"Can chu come pick me up?"
"Why you gotta be like that? I would never do you like that!"
"So you aint gon' come pick me up?"
"I see how it is"

She hung up (probably on them)  and turned to her friend.

"You think I can walk to my house?"
"Oh HELL no.  Your house is farther than the thing!"

So she called another friend.
"Where you at?"
"Oh Dang! get me an application!"
this was when her friend chimed in "Shoot!  get ME an application"

then they went into a frenzy about someone smacking their cousin and how she was going to beat her ass with a book.

god bless america.

2 comments:

QPFM said...

that's pretty racist . . . but correct.

Taffrine! said...

haha. is that from hot rod?