When I was a freshman in college I had a massive collection of “Homies.” If you don’t know what Homies are, they are the small figurines that are sold in the 50 cent machines outside grocery stores and in pizza joints. At least once a week we would go on “homie runs” to the local Waremart in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, today was the day one of us would get the illustrious “P. Rico.” P. Rico was by far the most illusive and sought after of all the homies. Did I mention I was a freshman in college? I did? ok.
It’s safe to say that I spent at least one hundred dollars over the span of about 8 months on these stupid little toys, 50 cents at a time. I easily had the best collection out of my group of fellow homies collectors. This was mostly due to the fact that my parents gave me a monthly allowance. Now, a typical freshman in college would of course spend such money on beer and weed. Not me! I had to have the best god damn homie collection in Heritage Hall! And I did! I was the best! I AM THE BEST!
Don’t worry guys, I got this one. YOU’RE A FUCKING LOSER CURT!
PS; The picture at the top of this blog is a poster that I had on the wall of my dorm room. P. Rico is the guy with the red, white and blue bandana in the second row behind the guy with the boom box. Why are you still reading this?
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