Tuesday, February 24, 2009


9:30pm, UDF @ MLK and Auburn, semi-drunk frattish looking boy in a "Everyone loves a drunk Irish guy" t shirt and Bengals sleepy-pants, to his friends, upon being asked for change by the guy in the wheelchair who always sits out front of that store:
"What kind of ghetto are we in anyways?"

Um. My ghetto, bitch. Oh, and one that's like five blocks from your campus, bub.

1 comment:

Not Important said...

And that's going to be the guy who can't figure out why his direct reports hate him when he gets into middle management.

My verification word is "tuffi." It sounds like what this guy is trying to be.