five dollars please.

remember when my baby brother had an ice pack face?

remember how i bet you 5 dollahs madre would call?

well, she did.

the conversation went as follows:

mother:  20

daughter:  what?

mother:  20 dollars! 

daugher:  hahahaha

mother:  how could you put those pictures on the internet?! and with names and everything!  brissa, people can see that!

daughter:  mami, it's okaay.  don't worry.  james called me, is he okay?

mother:  oh, he's not happy about those pictures.

daugther:  well, sucks to be him.

mother:  i can't believe you put those pictures up...but my boy is so handsome, isn't he?

daughter:  haha, mom, he's drugged!

mother:  i know, but still.

**disclaimer:  i do not under any circumstances call my mami 'mother' this was purely for script purposes.**

pay up kid{s}, momma's gotsta pay the bills.

in case you didn't catch that:

you = kid = out five bones

me = momma = a billion bones richer
{because i have that many readers...hahaha}