It’s March.

I live in Florida.

You know what that means?

March in Florida means the trashiest people in the world coming to Florida to “celebrate” spring break. It means women getting drunk and dancing on cars and ghetto people breaking into stores and shooting each other on Miami Beach while Lashona has a twerk off with NayNay next to the dead m, bullet filled body.

When I went to college in Miami, I used to get a hotel 2 hours North and sometimes I would fly to New York just so I could get away from the craziness of Spring Break in Florida.