me: i hope you meet a decent brotha
she: awww
she: where did that come from?
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me: lol
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she: thanks so much
me: cuz i can’t take another sobbing phone call
she: lol
she: u remember
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me: that’s one for the ages
she: really
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me: it reminded me of when i was in jr. high and on halloween we got dropped off at the bus stop like 1/2 a mile from the projects
me: and halloween was time of TERROR, ya heard?
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me: as far as kids throwing rotten eggs. there was hard work behind making the eggs rotten. so i must have still been in elementary school come to think of it…5th grade or so
she: seriously
me: naw it was jr. high
she: lol
me: anyway…it was like driving through Beirut on the way home
me: kids in different neighborhoods throwing eggs at the bus….
me: it was almost as bad as getting shot
me: lol
she: damn
she: seriously
me: that’s how scared we were. anyway we made it all the way home but had that 1/2 mile,quarter mile to go…i remember som neighborhood kids i think the were older…we walking w/ us, talking w/ us… and all of a sudden they turned around and had eggs in their bags…and they hit this girl in the face from all sides. i remember she was fat and ugly…(in my childish recollections) so that probably got her singled out
she: u should blog
me: and it STUNK
me: and she cried this blubbery cry, and the rotten yolk got in her mouth…it was gross…and i felt sorry for her, but I was glad it wasn’t ME…..
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me: and that’s what you sounded like on the phone. the rotten eggs in the mouth girl.