Say what?
Staying with my aunt and uncle in SF for a couple weeks while I work out my living situation.
This shit is pure jokes. My uncle is from the West Indies and speaks broken english, plus his only volume is 10, so he scoots around the house all day yelling in pidgin english. The only words I understand are his cuss words. So it sounds like, “yabbity bippity huh smik tat pah MOTHERFUCKER SHIT haha”
It’s great. I’m having the time of my life. He worked as a postman for the last 35 years. Now he’s retired and he spends all day saying “motherfucker shit” and walking around in house slippers. Yesterday, his mexican postman friend came over to hang out. I can’t understand him either. I got stoned and sat in the kitchen for three hours drinking Bud Light trying to listen to the two of them tell me about their postal days and how they would get drunk while they were on their routes and lose everyone’s mail.
Motherfucker. Shit.
Good times.
