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26 Jul 2012

I Ain’t Callin’ You OLD.

Written by sally @ 9:59 am — Section: sally

There was a police cruiser that crashed on my friend Jenny’s street in the middle of the night recently. Pieces of the car were found IN A TREE. Naturally, neighbors gathered the next day to discuss.

Jenny: Well, at least it happened at 2 in the morning and not during rush hour.
Other neighbors: Oh yeah, you’re right, blah blah, etc.

(A few minutes later)

Crackhead neighbor: HEY. I ain’t callin you OLD or nothing, but me and my husband are out clubbing until 3, 4, 5 in the mornin, and people are out drinkin and drivin and we don’t need no high speed chase.
Jenny: (eyes bugging out) Oh, ok.
Crackhead neighbor: Yeah, and my baby’s room faces the road, and I can’t afford to have something happen to her because I can’t have no more babies!

She also implied that if the cops knew she was talking about them, they would kill her.

2 Responses to “I Ain’t Callin’ You OLD.”

  1. poobou said:

    Your friend Jenny needs to move, immediately.

  2. sally said:

    Ha! Her house has been on the market for four months…