On my first trip to Miami I walked around a corner and into an alley and saw a man with his pants around his ankles and a line of abouy a dozen hobos behind him.
“Corvallus I presume?” I announced.
“Black bucks and chinks with nunchucks to the front of the line!” Corvallus called back. I’m Puerto Rican but he must have thought I was black (or Chinese).
“Bend me over and empty your hog and get a free bottle of Mad Dog (20/20)” Corvallus rhymed again and pointed to a case of the popular fortified wine next to him.
So I got in line and busted his cheeks.
— Son Doobie
