Run Tell Dat-- Me & D

FYI D is my dad. The D stands for dad. I initiated this conversation this morning, one of the many strange/hilarious ones we've had in the 2 years we've lived together.

"I think I'm going to go get breakfast."
"OOOOH! Where are you going?" (Yes, at times he's as exuberant as I am.)
"Burger King."
"Yuck. Why?"
"Because I don't feel like sitting down and eating breakfast by myself."
"I understand that. And I don't have time to go. Sometimes I want some company so bad I just want to grab a hobo off the street and have him come eat with me. But I decide against it because if I feed him, then he'll ask me for a few dollars."
"Yeah."
"Then if I give him a few dollars, he'll want to rob me."
"Huh?"
"And then if he robs me, he'll want to kill me."
"What?!"
"Yeah, because he'll say to himself, 'Well I robbed him, and now I have to kill him because if I don't, he'll run tell dat.' Run tell DAT!"

This is where the conversation ends because I'm convulsing with laughter. Whose father uses random Martin Lawrence stand-ups in conversation without actually talking about the movie??? So good to start the day at 7:30 with a laugh. My dad cracks me up!!