I have to admit tho, I had a fuckin' blast. I mean, what's not fun about serving barbecue in mass quantities at a church picnic, wrist deep in large containers of potato salad, while it's 95 degrees outside, AND every teenaged Latina Britney Spears (or rather in this case, Selena and/or Alicia Keys) wannabe in the entire neighborhood is singing karaoke at the top of their lungs?
Exactly.
One of the best parts was when I noticed at one point some strange man had his arms around my mom. So of course, I was about to go completely Westside on his ass (translation: he and I were about to exchange physical transgressions that would lead to an altercation possibly involving the police of other safety patrolmen) and tell him to "raise up off my momma", when he turned around and that's when I noticed he was the priest of the congregation and according to rumor had had one too many cervezas. I thought it was pretty funny, so I turned to my dad and said "hey Pop, check out the playa' who is up in yo game with your baby's momma." We had a good chuckle over that.
So anyway, back to the church picnic. One of the funniest moments was when the MC announced that "Gorditas were in tha house!" and "We got Turkey Legs up in here!" Shit if I didn't know any better I'd say the damn food booths were friggin' rock stars. But that's NOTHING compared to the so called entertainment.
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