Farm life

In my posting about the dirty dirty ATL, I mentioned my favorite story of all time. Well, loyal readers, I will now entertain you with a story you will soon not forget.
Picture it: Minneapolis, September 2001. It was a week or so after the Sept. 11th attacks, and my party posse and I were tired of being cooped up at our homes and decided to hit the town running. For those of you who don't know, my party posse consists of:

• Carrot Juice
• Sassy McDammit
• Pumpy (known back then as Ditty)
• Q (known back then as Queesh or Lynnequisha--she got her name after this story)
• Sony (known back then as So-So Def or Short Stuff)
• D-Cal
• and any other people who dared hang with us when we were at our prime

The night started off with Q picking up Sony, C.J, Sassy, and yours truly up at Argyle for what would turn out to be a memorable evening in downtown MPLS. We sunk into her Montero and drove off to the City Center parking ramp, Q's fave. After making our way out the front doors facing Hennepin, we walked north towards our final destinations: Brothers and Rosen's (I didn't say we were smart back then). Now, if you've never parked in City Center, when you exit out of those doors, you are walking out into a bus stop. So there were quite a few winners hanging out there. One decided we were a group of sassy ladies he wanted to hit up for spare change. "You got fitty cent for a brotha? You got fitty cent for a brotha?" Naturally, being the feisty bitches we are, we said no and kept walking. Well, he followed, and as we were crossing 6th St., he stopped in the middle of the intersection and yelled out, "WHAT'S A MOTHERFUCKER LIKE ME GOTS TO DO TO GET WIT A FARMER'S DAUGHTER LIKE YOU?" Seeing as how none of us grew up on a farm, we all thought that this was:

1. the stupidest thing we'd ever heard
2. the funniest thing we'd ever heard

Needless to say, when we met up with Ty-bone and Aut at Rosen's, they had no idea what we were yelling at each other every 5 seconds because we were too hysterical with laughter at that point to explain.
A few days later, I was out with C.J. and Pumpy at Riverdance, when my phone rings, and on the other end is Lil' John, a co-worker from E.B., asking for Lynnequisha. Needless to say, I knew immediately that it was him, and not some dude on the street looking for a farmer's daughter to get wit. And Lynnequisha/Queesh/Q was born!
So...now you know the greatest story ever! Booya!