Wednesday, May 17, 2006

In the Ghetto...

A classmate who lives in our neighborhood told me another funny story. His wife was cooking something that called for a lemon and so she went out to look for one in our neighborhood. She went to two or three stores and found plenty of limes, but no lemons. Finally she stopped by a fruit stand to look one more time. As she was explaining her plight to the owner, a big, dark man on the street overheard her frustration, leaned into her real close, and said, "Girl, in the ghetto, lemons are greeeen."

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