Today, Timmie reminded me of all the fun we used to have when we lived in SoBe (yes, before it got really lame and they let anyone hang out there...circa 1998-today) and we used to while away the hours watching AbFab and eating Entenmann's crumb cake. We weren't fat or lazy...we were pretty and hot and oftentimes full-of-ourselves, especially when going out to clubs or bars, but when we entered the "Sleeping Chamber" of Timmie's ramshackle apartment (they did have a roach problem in the building even though he claims he didn't have any in his apartment...whatever) [CORRECTION: Timmie insisted that his apartment was not ramshackle, which upon reflection is probably accurate. It looked more like a granny's apartment, so I stand corrected, but there were roaches in that building!] we laughed our a$$es off and would finish off that whole box of cake. Timmie would probably add something about me having to rush to the bathroom afterwards. I don't know if that's even true. That cake never made me sick. Poor people made me sick. They still do. I don't care much for hippies (i.e. environmentalists) either. But I digest.
What do poor people have to do with that story?
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