Kevin aka "Downtown Kevin Brown"
wrote a dang sweet blog post about lil old big me. Please go take a look, leave him a comment, and show some love to a ho who love movies.
Speaking of movies, people ask me, "Lady, what movies do you recommend right now?" And I tell them to they face, "Nothing." And they ask me to my face, "Why?" And I tell them to they face, "Cuz I ain't seen nothin." And they say "Oh."
I was walking today because I had to go deliver a package through Fed Ex for a friend. They left they train ticket here and they are right as we speak, in Botswana. Apparently, they bought the ticket before they left on vacation and didn't remeber to brang the ticket. So, they will be stuck in Botswana, unable to take they train to whatever town is on their itinerrrrrrrrrary next, unless I took the ticket to Fed Ex. The lady at the counter was very nice, but she smelled like food. I asked her what she ate. She said she hadn't eaten anythang all day. I was all, um, ok, please. You smell like food. And she said,
oh that's not me, that's my underwear. I left my clean clothes downstairs last night. My husband owns a deli and it's downstairs below where we live. I went downstairs to slice some meat for lunch today, and left the clean laundry I was carrying.Please shut up. But no, she kept talkin.
So then I got the sandwich and went to bed. I wake up this morning. No clean undies for my bum bum?Yo what?
So I looked all around the house, under the dining room table above the washer and dryer and in the kids room. Sometimes they like to take my laundry and dress up in it. Yo what?
So I finally remembered where it was, and by that time, everything in the basket smelled like food! I bet you didn't expect this story!Yo what?
And that is why the lady smelled like food. The end. I am a good story teller please.
-LR
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