I didn’t know what to blog about so here’s some random things that I’ve been meaning to impart to you, my dear followers for some time now.
Did I tell you guys that I played “UNO!” with Nicas? Ironic, huh?
T-Shirt. Maybe my favoritest (Bill Gates is telling me that that’s not a word. I’m going to disagree and leave the red squiggly underline) thing about Nica are the Tshirts. I run into Nicas ALL the time wearing shirts in English and I wonder to myself, “do they REALLY know what their shirt says?” Some examples:
Host dad wearing a tshirt in bold face capital letters saying, “UNLEASH MY MONSTER!” No, sir. I’d prefer if I didn’t…
Host cousin wearing a shirt that said, “Fake titties taste funny”. Enough said.
And perhaps the best. The town drunk stumbling through the street HAMMARDED at noon (kind of impressive, no?) with a shirt saying “I AM THE AFTERPARTY!” Classic.
And creepy crawlies. Found my first tarantula in my room. I lifted up my newspaper (to use it as a mat for the bat dat scat on my floor. Yes, I wrote it like that on purpose.) and low and behold, there on my nightstand was a 3 inch diameter spider. I wish I could say I handled it all “manly” like but that would be a lie. I let out a “WOAH!” and jumped back. Spidey was clearly much less scared of me than I of him because he just sat there. So, I reached for my trusty arachnid disposal tool (shoe) and swung for my eight legged intruder. Long story short, I didn’t kill him. Maybe I felt bad (I mean he probably eats of creepy crawler right?) or that he was protected by other valuables like my alarm clock for which I couldn’t strike with the required force to dispatch him. Therefore, he scurried off to a dark corner in my room and we called it a tie. Till next time…
Pete,
ReplyDeleteremember that time i put 500 saltine crackers in your room and it attracted mice. yeah, that was in preparation for this. I was only trying to look out for you.