Living In The Jungle

Sometimes the Mexican Lover is very good, but just sometimes. Last night after I got off of work he took me to eat at Carlos n Charlie’s. The fucking food is so super delicious. I don't know what it is that I ate, but it was really good. I can’t say that I have ever been to Carlos n Charlie’s sober. The times that I have been there I am like falling down drunk. It is a different experience sober.

Then all of the extra drunk Gringos made an appearance. More commonly known as the Gringo Show, and it just reminds me that white people shouldn’t dance. They shouldn’t dance, because they can’t dance. If you ever take the time out to watch any non-white person dance, they will generally have rhythm and dance moves. White people rub their junk on each other at that’s it. That isn’t dancing, that’s foreplay. No one wants to watch. And if someone is watching it is because they are laughing at you.

Then when we come home I go to use the restroom and there is a Frog in the shower. This happens more often then I would like to talk about. I don’t want to touch the frog; well I am not going to touch the frog. So this morning when I go to take a shower I will take it in fear of have a frog jump on my the entire time. Gross!!!

So at this moment I have a wild turtle that lives on the floor that I can’t get read of. And then there is the frog. The latest edition to the family.

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