Put my 40 in da freezer

Fonz’s birthday is Saturday and I have not yet purchased him a dang thing. I don’t know what to get him. Do you have any ideas? He has everything. Clothes, cologne. I thought about an ID bracelet but uh it’s Thursday and there’s no time to get it engraved or anything. I guess I could still do it and just give it to him late. He needs new chones (underwear) but that’s not a gift type of thing. That’s just something I pick up while I’m out and about.

I also received some disappointing news earlier this week. I can’t tell you because it’s a secret and that’s part of the reason why I’m disappointed. Because someone spilled the beans to me and it should have been someone else spilling the freakin’ frijoles. Stay tuned. Sit ubu sit.

This is all going to be random conversation because I have nothing exciting to tell you. Oh yeah, I can tell you about the time we ran into some ‘round the way girls at an underground. Remember those back from the grunge days. Well an undisclosed person (will be referred to as UP) I was with had a run in with an ex-friend of a boyfriend. I can’t really remember all the childish details but this was a big girl, like she belonged in WWF. The UP not so much. So she pushed UP and UP screamed as we all did like some beyotches and before I could do something a familiar face said “Stay out of it Yamell”. So I did. I mean I’m a big girl but I’m just big, not like wrestler big. I mean some may beg to differ but I’m no wrestler. Meanwhile, the two other girls I was with jumped in my car and were shutting the door on us. So UP jumped in the car too leaving me standing outside in the dirt. UP wasn’t badly hurt or anything, I’m sure her ego was bruised but she wasn’t physically hurt. So finally they let me in and we started to take off. The girl spit in the car and called my friend a name which I will not repeat because it was a racial slur and I don’t like that shit. Well when I went to back out in my 66 Ford Galaxy (my first car) I hit the car behind me. Let me just tell you now that it sure was a hit and run (don’t judge). There was no damage to the other car though. Someone that saw it told me so. So we’re driving and UP yells at us. “Why didn’t you defend me?”. It was quiet until she said “My sister’s going to kill me, I messed up her boots”. With that we all laughed and went to buy a 40. Yeah, we used to drink 40’s. Old E. Yuck, I know but hey it was big back in the day. Well we didn’t actually buy it ourselves because we were under age. I think we fished (when you stand outside of the store asking adults to buy you liquor). I eventually moved on to drink Mickey’s. Don’t judge! I don’t drink Mickey’s anymore. Amen to that. Mama said there’d be days like this. Oh to be 29 again. Just kidding.

I have another story for you that’s funny to me. I’ll save it for tomorrow. Have a nice evening!