elysabeth faslund - 'I Got City Breedin, Boy.'...(humor)

elysabeth faslund - 'I Got City Breedin, Boy.'...(humor)

Who you think you talkin' to like that, boy? Some alkie... br Or riffraff? br You sure cain't be talkin' to a bonafide New Orleans br Resident like me like that. No sir. Not to me. br I'm the onliest one wurth sumthin' on this whole block... br Maybe two blocks. br 'Cause I got what them filthy drunks over there ain't... br I got city breedin', boy. That's importunt. br I happen to be the vulnerable connosure of the br Inexpensive and economicul varities of the liquid br Nectur of the grape. br I got digifide discermint, boy...I spend whole minutes br Perusin' wine shelves until I espy what my palit will br Find to its satusfacshun. br Why, them dirty drunks come to me just for advice on br Price. br Now, that's a moot point. Some wine is deelectuble at a dollar br A fifth...some at six bits a pint. But, the best br Is around eighty cints a quart. br Thrift, boy, always 'member thrift. br That's exakly how I've come to be such a well-known br Success in my chosen occupashun... br Block advisur, boy, br Block advisur.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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