ROOMMATES IN NEW ORLEANS“You want me to do what? Stand out here on St. Bernard Avenue in my drawers? And to top it off cheap Fruit-of-the-loom drawers from Walmart.”
“And I had to steal them. We ain’t got gas money to get back home.”
“And who told you to invite that street urchin into our hotel? We wake up tied up with our drawers and our money gone. I can’t believe he ruined my best Versace undies.”
“You should have done like me and not wore any drawers at all.”
“You and I are not cut from the same cloth. In your line of work, you don’t need underwear.”
“When that nigga got through with your drawers, they weren’t fit for nothing but dust cloths. Toot your ass out a little bit more.”
“Thank God, Grandpa’s ashes were laid to rest in the Mississippi. Else that dope fiend might have sto
