(Figga Please) So it was my boy’s birthday yesterday. Eric Dutt (R.I.P. Brotha). I got out the shower and went to get boxers. Laundry needs to be done. Open the drawer and bam! Bright Big Ol Bright Yellow Taxi Boxers…this was the last thing Dutty kicked me. 10/25/08 is “No Meat Dutt Day,” declaration needs to be made in total support of email. The day he gave the boxers too me is the same day we went into Queens to quote a handyman gig. We stopped and ate at Arby’s. I know, but whatever. I made a delivery to Queens today and gmaps showed me the way…and i passed…Da Arby’s! No Meat Dutt Day…what do i do??? I hit the fuckin’ drive through and get any 5 for 6.95. Get my shit, pull over, and grub down…running that day through my head, wearing the boxers, eating Arby’s. Word. Eric Dutt! Respect My Dude!

(Figga Please)

So it was my boy’s birthday yesterday. Eric Dutt (R.I.P. Brotha). I got out the shower and went to get boxers. Laundry needs to be done. Open the drawer and bam! Bright Big Ol Bright Yellow Taxi Boxers…this was the last thing Dutty kicked me. 10/25/08 is “No Meat Dutt Day,” declaration needs to be made in total support of email. The day he gave the boxers too me is the same day we went into Queens to quote a handyman gig. We stopped and ate at Arby’s. I know, but whatever. I made a delivery to Queens today and gmaps showed me the way…and i passed…Da Arby’s! No Meat Dutt Day…what do i do??? I hit the fuckin’ drive through and get any 5 for 6.95. Get my shit, pull over, and grub down…running that day through my head, wearing the boxers, eating Arby’s.

Word.

Eric Dutt! Respect My Dude!