HA!
embarrassing story:
Back when there was Peppermill in Santa Clara, me & the homies used to hit it up a lot.
once night, when I was maybe 22, 23 ...we are in there, getting drunk, with one of the OGs who is a boss. Trying to keep my respect level high, as you usually would in front of the OG.
I am wearing a white button up shirt, no shirt under it, it was summer.
Ordered a mudpie for desert like a fatass (even tho i was not fat back then), & dropped some on my shirt.
Mind you, I am pretty tossed at the time off, pretty sure it was Long Islands back then.
So I go the bathroom to clean my shirt & for some stupid reason, I took the whole shirt & put it in the sink & turned on the water to clean it.
but I soaked the whole shirt.... obviously no way of drying it.
so I went back to the table with a sopping wet shirt on & got clowned by the homies.
....thats all I have to say about that.
embarrassing story:
Back when there was Peppermill in Santa Clara, me & the homies used to hit it up a lot.
once night, when I was maybe 22, 23 ...we are in there, getting drunk, with one of the OGs who is a boss. Trying to keep my respect level high, as you usually would in front of the OG.
I am wearing a white button up shirt, no shirt under it, it was summer.
Ordered a mudpie for desert like a fatass (even tho i was not fat back then), & dropped some on my shirt.
Mind you, I am pretty tossed at the time off, pretty sure it was Long Islands back then.
So I go the bathroom to clean my shirt & for some stupid reason, I took the whole shirt & put it in the sink & turned on the water to clean it.
but I soaked the whole shirt.... obviously no way of drying it.
so I went back to the table with a sopping wet shirt on & got clowned by the homies.
....thats all I have to say about that.