Once upon a time, long before The Squeeze, I dated Jamaican Guy. He was from Jamaica. He was smart, funny, interesting, and good-looking. He also had an accent so thick he had to repeat himself ad infinitum before I actually understood.
My Sister the Lawyer, upon Facebook stalking him for photos as we discussed the issue, said:
"That's a problem?"
(True: I love tropical beach vacations. So if you find yourself with an extra ticket to some exotic locale, I give you permission to invite me.)
Jamaican me wanna sit on a tropical beach right now, next to some exotic beauty in a bikini. No!... I mean next to my beautiful wife. Yeah, that.
ReplyDeleteI went to Jamaica once, and there were lots of exotic beauties. But I was with a bunch of other cream-puff-skinned Wisconsinites like me. I burned until I puked--and that was with spf 85 sunscreen.
ReplyDeleteShe looked really "hot" though!
ReplyDeleteBa-dum chick!
ReplyDelete(Thanks, Mom!)
I still don't find an issue with not being unable to understand him... :)
ReplyDeleteWorld, meet My Sister the Lawyer.
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