Get your fuckin' shits off me, goddammit!
So I bes chillin' in my bed yesterday, and the doorbell rings.
Ring.
Probably some random Mexican selling hammocks. I will ignore you, good Mexican. Leave me bes.
Ring.
Maybe a wee niño is missing his floaty pelota in my garden yard.
Ring.
Motherfucking Ricardo.
Ring.
Motherfucking Ricardo, who lives a few blocks away and is a student of Shereen's. Ricardo doesn't know what the fuck. Leave us be, lanky sir, we need not your Nintendo 64 emulators and pirated copies of console games ported to PC with mildly superior graphics. I spelled superior with a 'u' in there. BRITISH!
Ring.
For the love of your Hondureño god, Ricardo, leave. Take the hint. No lights, no sound, no movement, no answer of the doories.
Ring.
Mother...
Ring.
Cock.
Polite ringing continues for at least five more minutes.
We are not fucking home, goddamn it.
Pause. Silence. Is he gone?
Ring.
Shit. How pathetic do you have to be to hang outside your teacher's house for this long, ringing the doorbell? Any American child worth his Morton's would get his ass down the street and eat some saltines or choco bananas.
Ring.
Please leave.
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For twenty minutes.
Ring.
Probably some random Mexican selling hammocks. I will ignore you, good Mexican. Leave me bes.
Ring.
Maybe a wee niño is missing his floaty pelota in my garden yard.
Ring.
Motherfucking Ricardo.
Ring.
Motherfucking Ricardo, who lives a few blocks away and is a student of Shereen's. Ricardo doesn't know what the fuck. Leave us be, lanky sir, we need not your Nintendo 64 emulators and pirated copies of console games ported to PC with mildly superior graphics. I spelled superior with a 'u' in there. BRITISH!
Ring.
For the love of your Hondureño god, Ricardo, leave. Take the hint. No lights, no sound, no movement, no answer of the doories.
Ring.
Mother...
Ring.
Cock.
Polite ringing continues for at least five more minutes.
We are not fucking home, goddamn it.
Pause. Silence. Is he gone?
Ring.
Shit. How pathetic do you have to be to hang outside your teacher's house for this long, ringing the doorbell? Any American child worth his Morton's would get his ass down the street and eat some saltines or choco bananas.
Ring.
Please leave.
Ring.
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For twenty minutes.