Dead Fresh

Me: Why you spend your rent check already?
Her: I needed my “Js”. I needs to stay fresh!
Me: Um, but don’t you have those same pair?
Her: See, you don’t un’erstand! Shoo. I needs to match. I do have another pair. Actually I have 3 but they all different colors. I am coordinated, unlike some people.
Me: Which ones you got?
Her: I got the black ones, to match my Iverson jersey dress. Then I gots my pink ones for my pink Gucci top and this one!
Me: I am coordinated, sometimes. Yet I can match too with something other than some $180 “Js”. And wait, Gucci doesn’t make those kinds of tops? How you gonna eat or live?
Her: Don’t need to be wurrin bout dat. All I fittin to do is be matchin’ my “Js”!
Me: What’s with that Jeff Gordon NASCAR jacket? Didn’t expect you to be into NASCAR?
Her: Why is you discriminatin’? Always gotta be like ‘why you people do this’ and ‘why you people do dat’. Can’t a sistah be into zoomin’?
Me: I never said that, it’s just odd, unusual to see a young woman into NASCAR.
Her: Oh, okay, okay. That’s cool. I know people wouldn’t expect mes to be into Jeff Jordan and all but dang I just want to match my “Js”, holla if you hear me.
Me: UGH! I can dig that. They really do match your “Js”.Her: See, I told you. I told you. My “Js! My “Js”. Let me sqawk it out now. Ohhh, I match my “Js, ohhh I match my “Js”.