On Sister Smith's street a roofing project was underway. We passed by at what must have been break time and all daboyz were perched on the roof like birds on the wire, or maybe fiddlers on da roof. When we stopped take a picture, they waved and one of them sang. "Mama don't let your babies grow up to be roofers."
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Looks like they're having a good time. Reminds me of the chimeny sweeps in Mary Popins.
so i can only imagine what these guys thought when they saw becca get out and want to take their picture. that is funny. that job would be one that is hot year round in hawaii... yuck.
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