Mom: Why is there condensation on that tortilla chip bag?
(I remember eating chips out of bag)
Dad: What do you mean? What bag?Mom: (points to chip bag)
Dad: eww! What is that?
Me: Eww! I ate some of those chips! I might just have to regurgitate them!
Mom: Is it oil? What is it?
Me: Is it Mexican sweat?
Mom: What is Mexican Sweat?
Me: You know.. It is a bag of tortillas, so it was made in Mexico.. What if one of the people touched it and made it sweaty.
At this point, my mom is laughing hysterically. I start laughing, and my dad starts laughing.
Dad: It wasn't made in *laughs* Mexico! Aaah.. such a funny story.. much funnier in person.
P.S. I have nothing against Mexican people. I am not a racist or anything... If it was a bag of French Chips(like if France had a special kind of chip that they sold, like Tortillas:Mexico as French Chip:France) I would have replaced mexican sweat with frenchie people sweat. Same for USA, and any other country.)
Update! I have decided, (with the help of my mom), that the chips were made in Montana. (It says so right on the bag). Then we decided it was COWBOY sweat, not Mexican sweat.. So then, my mom gets a bit delusional, and says, "Ooh! Cowboy sweat! We could write on their chests with the sweat..." and I'm like, "Ok, mom.. I think it's time for you to go to bed."
P.S. What if the cowboy was ugly.. Then, I would not be compelled to write on his sweaty chest... Only if he had abs.. Off topic.. Ok. Well, It's already tomorrow, so Goodnight Blog! :D
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