In honor of James Owens I will share one of my favorite stories......so my mother use to work in Chicago, and my father was working second shift...so Scooter Owens convinced my parents he could be my sitter.....I was like 10 he was like 13.....and my mother use to put my dad dinner up in specific spot in the fridge.....so Scooter would have to be at my house when I got home from school.....so we at my house and Scooter says Man Im hungry Im like check out the fridge so he goes upstairs, so I hear him yell down the steps (for the people who remember the layout of the house) HEY WHO PORK CHOPS ARE THESE Im like how many are they, might be my dads Scooter is like its two...it cant be..ur dad is only one person..these must be for us So i go upstairs and scooter already had them on the counter....he is like what we do is get some bbq sauce and some bread and we can make pork chop sandwiches I look in the fridge there was nothing in my dads spot...so i figured my mom hasnt put anything there yet....we BANG THOSE PORK CHOPS! My mother makes it home.....Scooter tells her by with the fresh pork chop on his breath......and leaves......lets just say I would of rather got a beating...cuz I GOT GROUNDED AND CURSED OUT! I still get nervous around pork chops! lol #truth
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 12:21:23 +0000