Haha! "But I thought we could make something happen. I mean when I saw them there with the dirt floor and the inconsistent electricity and every meal consisted of fried foods, I knew I was in love!
How could she do me so wrong? I mean, I thought I was a god to her and her family. Every night when I would lay my sweet Woofelia down and go to sleep on that lumpy twin size mattress stuffed with old grass and plastic bags, I didnt know they were rifling through my pockets, making secret Santa wishlists and cloning my ATM card.
When I met her that day at the fritura cart eating an empanada I thought she was the one. She told me she wanted to better her life by studying english but lacked the money, I thought a simple investment would pay off in spades.
When she told me she was pregnant I felt like Neil Sedaka or Paul Anka or some other quasi-gay cabaret pop singer from the 1960s. I just knew our little family was destined to make it.
Now she acts so suspicious that I doubt that the child is mine. I mean, come on, how could she? Wasnt I the one who brought fresh dirt to the shack when they wanted to remodel the floor? Didnt I climb up the light post to steal electricity? This is a quick how do you do?
Whoa is me..."
Bro, the OP asked for it. You know the ol' sayin' "Lay down with dogs, get up with fleas." Sounds like you need a lesson from the verse of Snoop Dogg in "Its a Doggy Dogg World". The part about the fleas, paws and balls is where you and the family come up. You should listen there the hardest.
OMG!!!! side hurts....can't breath!!!!!