Jun 19, 2008 01:40
Know what I love? Getting counterfeit money in the dark.
That sounds dirrrrty, but seriously. Taxi drivers here. Except tonight I had a nice guy who I could barely understand (hello Marlon Brando!) tell me that some of my money was fake. Sweeeeeet. So kudos to him for being like "eff, girl, make sho' that shit's real!"
But like, in Spanish. And all "I'm secretly Marlon Brando and have really long nails."