Remember when you'd be at the bar just fighting dames off with a stick and Michael Smith would come strolling through (every night) looking for anything that would pay him the slightest bit of attention? I do.
So, I was eating at the Hibachi Hut one night, and we were talking football. Who comes and sits down at the table next to us with a heinous looking college aged chick? Michael Smith, that's who.
The conversaion verbatim:
Me: Dude, is that?
Dude: Yeah, it is.
Me: She a student?
Dude: Yeah, mos def.
Me: She's ugly.
Dude: Fo' sho'.