The Pastor and I made a late-night run for the Border. No, not for me, the Pastor wanted some Taco Bell. It must be nice to be able to have several thousand calories anytime you want intead of having to feel guilty about having a bite/container of cookie dough. Must be nice to eat whatever you want and not spend minutes/hours/days/MONTHS of your life on the treadmill, but I'm not bitter.
Anyway, the Taco Bell associate had a rather large tattoo on his arm:
The Pastor asked what the tattoo meant.
"Money over bitches. Cuz when you're out on the street, you gotta keep things straight."
The Pastor's tattoo would have to say BOM. But according the the Taco Bell associate, that's ok, as long as I'm "down wit it."