lol
yeah when you end up at st vincents in san diego youre at the lowest of the low
them niggas be hella hype at lunch time on some serious shit
they be lined the fuck up for that sandwich and orange and capri sun
LMAO I remember I got caught in a St. Vincents lunch line once.
This temper at my old job was a laborer with the construction crew doing a remodel. I bummed him a Newport and basically invited himself to lunch with me. Me im like a chill dude im like yea whatever.
He was like "yea man I know this spot we can get free lunch"
I was like 'Cool he must know someone or have a hook up somewhere'.
So I park and we get out the car he's like "yea man wait in this line".
So I start lookin around. Dude in front of me got like a lice colony in his forehead. Bitch behind me look like ratty as fuck like she does the chicken dance lookin for crack on the sidewalk all day.
It's like Im really up in this mouthafuckin soup kitchen line right now. I didnt wanna make a big ass scene and jump out the line hella fast so at first im tryna face the wall and hope no one drives by and sees me.
Then im like wtf im wearing a shirt and tie. I was like lets be up bruh and bought dude a nice lunch. That shit was hilarious.
"Yea man I know this spot with some free lunch"