Lift up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer
O.G. and I went to tea at Jin Patisserie. The hip chick across from us was wearing a "Jesus is my Homeboy" hoodie. O.G. leaned in close to me and whispered...
O.G.: "What does that girl's shirt say?"
O.G.: "I think it says Jesus, something..."
Me: "I'll tell you later."
O.G. "I don't get it..."
Me: "It's just a stupid shirt that cool people buy like to be like Madonna and Paris Hilton, no biggie."
O.G.: "Home...boy..is that EBERONICS?"
Me: "Oh my god, you mean EBONICS? Yes, if you'll shut up then YES, "Jesus is my homeboy" is ebonics. Sure.
O.G.: "I don't understand, how can Jesus be your homeboy?"
Me: "Pleeeeaassse shut it."
Ugh. It's now my life's mission to buy O.G. that hoodie and get a picture of her wearing it. But there's no way in hell I'm going to pay $70 for that.