This straw is the only think Angelina will be sucking on Jose's birthday. |
In the Smush Room, on Jose's birthday...
JOSE - I've brought someone here to set the mood, mi amor. Te gusta canciones sexuales?
ANGELINA - Wha? Dude, you know I don't speak Mexican.
JOSE - I'm from Cuba.
ANGELINA - Same diff. Who's that black guy in the corner?
JEREMIH - Hello. I'm R&B singer and Morgan Park High School graduate Jeremih.
ANGELINA - What the hell is he doing here?
JOSE - Oh, mi amor, it's just a romantic gesture, like the rejor Fossil.
JEREMIH - My guitarist came, too. Hope that's cool.
JOSE - Si, si. Es cool.
JEREMIH - K. **clears throat** Ahem.
Girl you know I-yay-yayANGELINA - What the fuck is this crap?
Girl you know I-yay-yay
JOSE - It's his hit single "Birthday Sex." Listen to the chorus, mi corazon.
JEREMIH -
JOSE - So... what do you think?Birthday sex.
Birthday sex.
Oooooooooooooh.
It's the best day of the year, girl.
ANGELINA - About what?
JOSE - His song.
ANGELINA - Eh. I'm more of an R. Kelly kind of girl.
JOSE - No... the lyrics.
ANGELINA - It's not gonna happen, bro.
JOSE - But it's my birthday! And I had to smuggle in a box of cigars for him to perform for you!
JEREMIH - Um, I think we're gonna go.
JOSE - Fine, thanks for coming, hombre.
JEREMIH - Anytime. So, about those Cubans...
JOSE - Oh, yeah. They're on the night stand.
JEREMIH - Thanks. Sorry it didn't work out for you, man. **he and his guitarist leave**
ANGELINA - **yawning** Well, g'night.
JOSE - Dammit. Me hago una paja.
ANGELINA - Huh? I told you. No comprende Mexicano.
JOSE - Nada. If you need me, I'll be in the bathroom for the next cinco o seis minutos.
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