So last night while chilling with my pseudo (if thats what he is anymore) after a serious session of watching Bad Boys (the first one) we were a little hungry... no scratch that, a lotta hungry. So he wanted to get some carry out. No problem here right? WRONG! He wants to walk about 5 blocks at 1:40 in the morning in North Philly, BIG problem, so we settle for a lil place right around the corner (**by the way** carry outs in the city NEVER close, ever).

He goes in, orders his food and then steps back out side to finish smoking. We're both standing outside of this carry out when a green Buick pulls up, a dude in the passenger seat on the phone and a chick with a long Philly weave driving. About a minute passes after they pull up; she jumps out, briskly walks into the carry out, places her money on the counter and abruptly says this, "Let me get three condoms!"

At this moment, I'm looking dead at my pseudo trying not to laugh. The chick gets her three condoms, makes that walk back to her car and proceeds to go on about her bidness - at now 1:45 in the morning. With this quick little moment of silence after she pulls off, my pseudo looks at me and says, "why does she need three?" - I immediately die in laughter and proceeded to inform him that I would be blogging about this incident later.

It was an astonishing show of complete and utter fuckery! At 1:45 in the morning, why are you carrying your ass to a carry out on 17th and Susquehanna trying to buy some damn condoms? I'm glad that this chick is practicing safe sex, but damn! Couldn't she find a less crowded carry out? And how did she know that the carry out sold condoms? Was that something she had done before? Is Target not a good enough place to buy condoms anymore? - I'm just saying.

Rest assure, we got our food and got the hell outta dodge. I hate where he lives but hey, I deal.

I hope someone got a good laugh outta that, I know I did.