There was only so much olive oil we could drink...
I am rolling over with laughter as I read John Leguizamo's FREAK! I had to read some of it for NYU and I never finished so I'm reading the rest now. Everyone should get a copy.
"Mom. Why are you climbing through the window?" I wondered.
"The rent is do. What the hell are you doing?..."
So I'm blowing and fanning the TV, 'cause my pops would feel it for heat. And my mom goes into rescue mode, "I'll take care of your father,"she wispered to me as Pops came in. "Fausto, you look ultra sexy. Yes,you do. Lets have a game of one-on-one?" Moms flashed a breast at my father pulliing out all the stops. "You and me. One-on-one." But my father wasn't taking the bait. "Woman, put that nipple away. I just wanna watch my television. C'mon fellas." My moms tried another approach. "Good, good. Ok, then, why don't you go downstairs and play pool. Hmm? Okay? Play some pool?"
God bless my moms. We didn't have a downstairs.
"Mom. Why are you climbing through the window?" I wondered.
"The rent is do. What the hell are you doing?..."
So I'm blowing and fanning the TV, 'cause my pops would feel it for heat. And my mom goes into rescue mode, "I'll take care of your father,"she wispered to me as Pops came in. "Fausto, you look ultra sexy. Yes,you do. Lets have a game of one-on-one?" Moms flashed a breast at my father pulliing out all the stops. "You and me. One-on-one." But my father wasn't taking the bait. "Woman, put that nipple away. I just wanna watch my television. C'mon fellas." My moms tried another approach. "Good, good. Ok, then, why don't you go downstairs and play pool. Hmm? Okay? Play some pool?"
God bless my moms. We didn't have a downstairs.