The giddy adorable girls in the coffee shop.
The boy is a handsome kid. The only problem
with them is they’re strange. They are obviously
not first generation Americans anymore but
they are still acting like they are.
This leads to confusion that ends up in confrontation.
More commonly happening in the Hispanic community.
That’s why we integrate. As time goes by and one
makes an educated decision with the other set in his
old ways and the girls clear as day know if they accidentally
put them together that’s when altercation occurs.
Who am I having a conversation with? He’s telling them they are Biffy, muffy
and the other is yapping gibberish with a Dough roller. Give me 50 x on the Pats.