One day, you may need to drive to Mexico and pick me up.
These are the words I know in the Spanish language: Manana, Hoto, Hermano, Huevos, Consolodore, Caliente, and Muey. Also "Sombrero."
If I ever wake up in a coffin in Mexico (ala Michael Douglas in The Game) and have to talk my way out of it, I'm totally screwed. All's I'll be able to say is, "Tomorrow I will have eggs with my gay brother who wears a very hot dildo hat."
Something tells me that customs officials won't "get" me.
1 Comments:
I enjoyed your...uh take yeah that works...on things.
A mutual friend, Linda, gave me the link to your blog because mine is on here too. Oh and we did have a short conversation one Sunday morning. By the way, The Mexico one really made me laugh.
Look forward to reading more.
Tracey
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