street

me: i think my hairdryer's in the other room...
bryan: there wasn't too much left in the upper room?
me: with skins on his back and hair on his face, they thought he was strange by the locusts he ate! you see the pharisee's tripped when they heard him speak, until the king took the head of this Jesus freeeeeaaaaakkkkkk!
bryan: let me just tell you 3 ways that i know you are skraight up skreet from that performance, baby.
me: yes?
bryan: 1) those amazing gangsta dance moves, 2) the way your voice went all ghetto deep on that last word, and 3) that awesome song choice.
me: why, thank you, husb.


you didn't know i had street cred, did you? well, now you know.

straight up street, y'all.