--- Ready girls and boys? ---M me mira y sonrie y le pregunta a la camarera. --- what do you think of his t-shirt? --- La camarera era de la Republica Checa y me habia dicho su nombre porque se lo pregunte antes, pero lo habia olvidado. La camarera ve mi camisa. Pongo cara de que pedo. --- what's wrong with my t-shirt? - nothing is wrong... we have a theory... but...we want to know what she thinks about your t-shirt! --- dice O. M, S y el otro wey que tambien me dijo su nombre pero que no recordaba se cagaban de la risa. Veo a la camarera de la Republica Checa --- so... do you like my t-shirt? --- La camarera de la Republica Checa sonreia --- mmm I am not sure... - what you mean you are not sure... you like it or you don't like it? - don't take me wrong... but it is not my type - oh... well... thanks for being honest - why is not your type? --- pregunta O --- well... don't take this in the wrong way... - no, don't worry... you can speak up, you are in a free country - ok... well... you look like a bad boy wearing that t-shirt - what? --- M, S, O y el otro wei que me habia dicho su nombre pero que no recordaba se cagaban de la risa --- we were right then... women never get it wrong --- dice M --- what are you talking about? ... what you mean I look like a bad boy? --- Le pregunto a la camarera de la Republica Checa --- well, you look like a bad boy in that t-shirt... are you a bad boy? - well... do you want me to be a bad boy? ---Risas. Pagamos la cuenta. Le pregunto a M. --- so... what is this all about my t-shirt? - oh well ... we concluded the same as that girl and... - and? - well... we think that you are a good boy that wants to be a bad boy --- or that wants to believe that he is a bad boy --- Dice O.
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