At approximately 3:17 (42 seconds) this afternoon, a prophet appeared before me and said;
"Be still my son. For by the end of this post ye shall have used the phrase "up in here" two and a half times, and say it not with any hint of an African American inflection. Speak with your own voice, my son, only with your own voice."
He then hailed a cab and headed out to Red Lobster for some fried clam strips.
Soon, Chuck came along with a shoe box full of gummy worms and asked if I could hold on to them. Now, as probably is the case with nearly anyone reading this blog, when you run into me at 3:20 (19 seconds) in the afternoon, you can bet that my arms are already full of gummy lunch packs. Being as this was the case, I balanced the shoe box on my head and headed on down the road where I ran into Groves who said;
"Hey Billy, do you have any gummy worms?"
"Yes" was my reply.
"Where are they?" asked Groves as he began eyeing the gummy treats in my hands.
"Up" I said rolling my eyes towards the shoe box on my head "Up, in here".
Groves quickly relieved me of the box and went on his merry way.
I then decided to change my name to Upin just as my cell phone rang. Naturally I answered it and said;
"Hello. Upin here."
It was my Great Uncle Reginald Sugarfix. Now, I haven't heard from him in about 5,672 years so naturally, I'm wondering what the Sam Hill is going on up in