Cold-Blooded, Or Long-Winded?


As Rick James would say, COLLLDDD BLOOOODED!
You should have seen me last night. I was at my place and my best homie came over and we have a friend in common from high school named Jerry (you know, one of those guys all into professional wrestling and into “The Rock”). Jerry’s now a cop in Baltimore, but he has these long winded stories. Shit, even when he isn’t telling a story, he’s long winded. And he can’t tell a story without doing a quote from a movie, or an impersonation, or making a “Don’t Be a Menace to South Central while Drinking Your Juice in the Hood” reference. So he calls my homie up while he is over and I get my homie to put Jerry on speaker, and he’s rambling on about a story about and arrest he made the night before. I mean not to take away form the story, as it was a heralding experience where he pulled over a stolen vehicle, made arrests, and *supposedly* recovered a loaded revolver. Embellished or not, it was a story that took 10 mins to tell. So then as a goof, I called Jerry from MY iphone (but we didn’t tell him that my homie and I were in the same room and that I was listening to the original conversation this whole time). Then, Jerry hangs up with my friend and starts talking to me and I am like yea man how you been? (While trying to keep a straight face), “Have you made any arrests lately?” And I just start busting out laughing, cracking up (I blame the cracking up on being drunk), before I tell him to stop telling the story already, and that we’re just goofing on him.
hayyyoooooooooo!
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