Old black men in the laundromat
So there's the barbershop...but there's also the laundromat, so I've learned this morning. The conversation went like this: Man 1: Giants can't win, unless Eli kick that damn cold he got.
Man 2: Hell yeah, sheeeeeiiiit get him some tea, lemon, honey and a tough of that brandy like mama used to do...
Man 1: His ass be good as new.
Man 2: As new! (laughs)
Man 1: Man, my mama used to give us a little tea, some sugar, and a spoonful of kerosene. Take it down, wake up feeling like you slept a million years.
Man 2: KEROSENE! Good god-a-mighty! Ain't never heard that one.
Man 1: People always say that, but that's what it was.
Man 2: Jesus. Where you from?
Man 1: South Carolina. You?
Man 2: South Carolina.
Man 1: I'll be gotdamn.
The conversation then spiraled in to how Rick Perry "be done mess around and bombed the whole damn world."
Gotta love it.