Dear perverted Mexican dude,
If I am at a karaoke bar with my friends, minding my own business, wearing a see-thru shirt, that does not give you the right to stare at me the whole night. I'm so sure! You should know better than to think that you stand a chance with me or any other member of the female of the species and you should really get a clue when I clearly asked my male friend to double as my boyfriend for the night. Figure it out! This aint for you, Jose Cuervo. Im dressed like this because Im trying to bag a babe and Jesus Cristos knows you are a far cry from that! Can't I go out lookin' my best and get some attention from the RIGHT guys who speak english, are cute, and closer to my age than my dads??? Holy Trinity!
Listen La Bamba, it's never gonna happen for you so stop looking at me, stop trying to sit next to me, stop sneaking into my pix, and for god's sake stop singing spanish karaoke to me. You are mucho gross and I am HARTO DE QUE!
Adios Amigo!
Hasta la NEVER!
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