Whelp. Embarrassing stories everyone! I'll post the next one tomorrow. Enjoy my insanely bad english.
Me: *is walking with mom back to the car from lunch and rambling*
Mom: Why is that?
Me: BECAUSE... Hm? Oh hey. Look at that.
Mom: What is it?
Me: It's a black prostitute.
Mom: *blushes as she walks by the "prostitute" (Aka the protester)* Uh... Trina? (her nickname for me. Xd)
Me: Hm?
Mom: Do you know what you just said?
Me: *thinks about it and blushes insanely* Oh my god I ment protester not prostitute PROTESTER!!!!!
Mom: *bursts out laughing* Pfff, I know that.
Me: Hm! *mumbles* Why speech why...
Mom: *continues giggling to the car*
There you go! I hate the english language, and it hates me!
