I just stopped at the store up the street to get an Arizona Grapeade (dont sleep on dem shits), and pulled my wallet out to get a dollar bill. Then as I handed Habib the buck, that Capital One commercial hit me, "What's in your wallet?" So when I got back inside, I looked to see whats really in there.
Some money (nonya damn business how much...I aint ballin'). A couple of business cards. My fraternity financial card, My ATM card, some receipts, some phonr numbers and two condoms. Now my question to myself is, "what the hell am I walkin around with these condoms in here for when I got a drawer full (and not them bullshit ones you get out the fishbowl at the barbershop or the free clinic. Then I had to check the expiration date to see if they were any good or if they needed to get the hell on outta here and visit the circular file. Just so happened they were good, but as it would be, my homie came over and knocked on the door. I must quote this fool..."Dog, I need a rubber, Im finna drop one of in this bitch".[/unquote].
Guess how many rubbers I got left...
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