Hey Biotch!
When i was still in high school, my brothers and me were pretty much always in constant battle. They put it upon themselves to torture me in any possible way that they could and they sure as hell succeded. One day, while my mom was taking us somewhere, my mother calls out my name and says "you're a biotch." I pretty much went into a state of shock. My mother, the small curly haired mexican woman with a spanish accent called me a Biotch... actually she said it "bee-och."Apparently, the spawns of satan convinced her that Biotch were carinos -terms of indearment. Those bastards. Anywho, they got a kick out of it, and so did my sister Cynthia. She randomly left me a message on my phone saying "hey Biotch." Nice... first i was Gorby (the russian pres), now i am a biotch. It just never ends.
P.S. must remind myself to buy a pack of chonies for my locker room because i had to go camando in jogging again. And boy was it breezy today.
1 Comments:
Haha...that's just TOO free! hahah
says- irie
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