" ...it's not a purse, it's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one."

So if you don't know, Marlonson, Philbo and I are poor gypsy folk. Which means day to day we work on coming up with a plan or scam on how we can stack money for a doob and some 40oz King Cobras. This day we decided to hit Plato's to get rid of some old clothes for some quick cash. We collect some goods, hit Plato's. Right when we walk in Marlonson being the gypsy he is, sees a Marilyn Monroe/Andy Warhola purse, man bag, man purse, murse, satchel, bro bag... call it what you want, I'ma go with satchel. So he finds this satchel and LOVES it... has to HAVE it. Meanwhile Bo and I sell some shit and made some buck$... but it wasn't enough. You see, this night, we wanted to "smoke some dope" and get hammered drunk. We head to Windsor cause Mar has some clothes he wants to trade for the Marilyn Monroe hand bag and a couple cold Snake Bites. Back to Plato's we went, got there just in time. Marlon gives his old rags to a very cute half-breed Mexican chick wearing, a sweater vest dress, with some fishnets, a sweet scarf and boots, all GYPSIED out lookin super GORGEOUS! She said it's going to take a while. So Bobandis and me go outside to chain smoke, while Merlin is spittin' Gypsy magic at every girl that walks through the door. We are there for about 30 minutes, Marlonson talkin' about how BAD he wants the Marilyn satchel... when the cute little Gypsy chick tells us the computers are down, and she's trying to fix it... we wait for another 15 minutes only to find out she cant fix it and we cant get any money cause the computer took a shit! FUCK... Marlonson is bummed... super bummed, he was itching for that purse and got shut down... that little gypsy chick straight shut his shit down. But everything was ok because we went on to "Smoke some dope" and get hammered drunk. The following day Marlonson went back to the gypsy half-breed and got his Marilyn purse.....

Many may say man purses are "REEAALLY GAAY"... but a purse comes in handy for a gyspy vagabond...

When you leave your house, you never know how long you're gonna be gone or what adventures you're staggerin' upon. So you have to be ready for all situations, and it is in your best interest to bring a lot of shit... like clothes for a week, sunglasses, extra flair, skate tool, puffer, knee brace, beer coozie(in case you want to drink in public), long johns (cause who knows if there's going to be blankets where you're staying) an ipod and don't forget the key chain with the blunt splitter, his LUCKY red die and bottle opener. Plus after you spend all your money on a half pint of whiskey and a "$4 sac"... you might have to pull some Gypsy pick-pocket maneuvers. But FRIG, where are you goin' to put your treasures when your pockets are full of random shit you gathered the night before, while being black out wasted... this is where the Gypsy purse really comes in handy. I know Marlonson looks steezy rockin' this Marilyn brobag, but don't go out and buy one... cause you WILL look like a QUEEEEEER, and yes, my Gypsies, purses are "REEAALLY GAAY." BUT, only if you do not bear the Gypsy steez that Marlonson has aquired.

As Allen would say, "It's where I keep all my things. Get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it's not a purse, it's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one. "