Monday, 4 April 2011

208. On the train, Buenos Aires

Chavette (23):  Yeh, my friend came round and I mixed her a cocktail – a mosquito.

Chav (23):  And what’s that then?

Chavette:  Rhum and mint, you know, the herb...

Chav:  That’s a mojito, not a mosquito…

Chavette:  Well, anyway, she drank it.

(Gustavo’s comment:  Mojito brain…)

Loosely translated from Blogudeces de la Vida Cotidiana, with thanks to Gustavo.


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