So today we went out to eat with my aunt and uncle, and there were four policemen eating at the table beside us, and I was progressively sinking into my seat because DO THEY HAVE LIKE A SIXTH SENSE OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE ILLEGALLY DOWNLOADED HEATHENS BECAUSE IF THEY DO THAT REALLY MAKES ME WANT TO NEVER LEAVE MY HOUSE.
ALSO.... The waiter handed me my drink, and I said "gracias" instead of "thank you", and the waiter says, "oh, you speak Spanish?" And he rattles off something and I just sat there like •_•. And after I was able to open my mouth I said, "um... Domingo En Fuego?" AND HE JUST BUSTED UP LAUGHING. LIKE WHY WAS THAT FUNNY TO HIM.
I dunno why, I just think I'm better off, staying in the same room I was born in.
-StayAliveBucky
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