Man I got a Jet story too.
Back in the day, me and my brother would go spend the summer with my grandparents' places. My mom's folks stayed on one side of town, and my pop's mom stayed on they other. We'd go back and forth every couple of weeks.
My mom's mom was the one with the Jets. She'd stockpile her issues for me before we'd go down there. After staying with her first, we went across town. It would be boring as fukk over there sometimes cuz it was country where my other grandma stayed so I'd read them ebonys and Jets to pass the time.
My grandma set up this big as tent that me, my brother, and my cousins would camp out in sometimes. One day, I decided to handle my biz with the Jets in the tent. One of my uncles was visiting then, and he came out to get me cuz my grandma wanted me for something. I knew to be on alert for my bro and cousins, but my uncle snook up on some ninja shyt. He opens the velcro flap and peeks his head in and was like "There you are. Mother wants you."
I never moved so fast in my life as I did when I heard that velcro rip
. I hid my shyt, but my uncle saw them Jets, and looked at me like Spurrier in this pic
and I'm looking at him like
. I thought for sure he was gonna tell my grandma but he didn't, and I thought he'd say some slick shyt or give me that Spurrier look every now and then but he didn't
. He was a real one for that.