Me: I couldn’t Bolivia!
About a Brazilian....
I don’t Bolivia
Ryan: Are you Finnished yet?
Dave: No, but you bet I’m Russian to fix it! Israelly confusing. Kenya help me out?
R: Sure.
Car makes weird sound
R: Guatemala with the car?
D: I’m Czeching it out, and it seems like something’s wrong with a piston or two. You got any ideas, because Iran out. What a Spain. Oh well, let’s put some elbow Greece and try to finish it by tonight.
R: I hope so. Damn, tonight is a Chile one.
D: Yep, and it’s definitely China distract me.
R: I’m kinda Hungary, I want Togo buy a sandwich or two.
Later
R: Oman, it’s already 9 Pm, there’s Norway that we can fix it by tonight.
D: That’s what we are Guinea find out.
R: I will Taiwan more way to speed things up, but it’s pretty risky.
D: Well, we somehow Ghana find out. 10:30 Pm
R: Ok, Tur the Key!
Car turns on
D: Yes! The Caribb is ean! Uganda be kidding me! I can’t Bolivia did it!
R: Hey, I can’t Belize it either!
My co-worker Jose is Guatemalan. We usually joke on each other about our respective races but I refer to him as everything but Guatemalan. Mexican, Puerto Rican, Ecuadorian etc.
Today he pulled a stupid move at the end of the day. "Jose! Ya stupid Bolivian" "I'm not from Bolivia!" "Really Jose? Because I don't Boleev-ya"
Annoyed anger and squinted eyes were his only response.
So Iran to the fridge to Pakistan-wich. Unfortunately the Turkey had too much Greece and it ruined my fine China. i gave up on the sandwich because it was Kabul shit and i instead ate a Cuba sugar to Sweden my disposition. i still cant make a proper sandwich, Israeli hard.
