Lemme paint the picture for you...
My brother was wearing a tucked-into-Levi's heather grey Polo long sleeve polo with rock climbers Nike tennis shoes on. He was half drunk off Crown, and acting an ass. We(Me, Ant, his girl, and two of my friends) were walking over to the Springfield Brewery to eat with them, when Kutt hops outta the car looking for a place to get money out of an ATM. My brother turns to me while about 5 feet from Kutt and says "What's homeboy doing? We're ready to eat."
::FACEPALM::
Kutt walks across the street to get his money.
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"Don't you ever fuckin' call him a homeboy again, dude. That shit wasn't cool."
Kutt comes back pissed off and doesn't talk to us the rest of the night. It was cool of him not to lose his mind about it, but I haven't gotten over it. lol