When I’m not getting my ass handed to me by Arlene, I like to go to the gym and take turbo kickboxing classes. Or walk barefoot on shards of glass—pretty much any activity that’s less painful than working out with that crazy Mexican. I was early for kickboxing tonight, so instead of warming up on the treadmill, I played Angry Birds on my phone in the ladies locker room. This girl came in and asked me what time it was and if I was going to kickboxing. We started chatting, walked to the class together, and ended up working out next to each other. I don’t normally stay for abs at the end of class, but I didn’t want to look like a little bitch in front of my new buddy, Coleen, so I pushed through it. Afterward, she offered me her number so that we could go to classes together, and I found myself agreeing to work out with her Saturday morning. So not only do I get tortured by Arlene five times a week, I now have a gym buddy to push me at what’s supposed to be my safe haven away from Arlene! Why do Mexican girls always want to be my friend??? LOL. Ay guey.
mexican girls wanna be your friend and mexican boys wanna tap that…there must be something about you, love! do you use hot sauce as deoderant? sour cream as lotion? guac as a nightly face mask?
what is it?!
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LMAO, helllllllla served! Good one, Shi!
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#1 how dare you? and #2 it’s my sweet ass, obvi.
(but just to be sure, maybe we should ask your MEXICAN boyfriend!)
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he’s just ONE mexican! i don’t have the whole mexican posse hollering! and ps. angry birds in the locker room? you’re putting me to shame!
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Aye!
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@lucha libre: i love your burritos… identify yourself!
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