Archive for June, 2008

It’s No Trou­ble at All, Robin, When I’ve Got the Pussy­mo­bile!

Book­seller to black girl: Hey, stop ‑I want to get with you.
Black girl: You can’t.
Book­seller: Why not?
Black girl: I got to go.
Book­seller: Where you be Fri­day night?
Black girl: Jer­sey.
Book­seller: A’ight. I be there.
Black girl: Too far for you.
Book­seller: I’ll trav­el for pussy. I’m a trav­el­lin’ man for pussy.
Book­seller’s friend: You’d go to Jer­sey for pussy? That’s some crazy des­per­ate shit.

–Wash­ing­ton Place & 6th Ave

Over­heard by: JCo

It’s Part of the El­e­men­tary School Cur­ricu­lum Here in New York

Drunk­en friend #1: That guy at the bar was hot. You to­tal­ly should’ve tak­en him home.
Drunk­en friend #2: Why me? Let her (points to drunk­en friend #3) take him home.
Drunk­en friend #3 (try­ing to be dis­creet): Um­m­mm ex­cuse me? I don’t need a man. I have d‑i-c‑k at home.
Drunk­en friend #2: Uhh, the rest of the train can fig­ure out what you just spelled.

–Crowd­ed 6 Train

Over­heard by: ear hus­tler