Ah, yeah, that one cousin who runs his index finger in circles around his belly button and says shit like: "You got a reel purty mowth down there between them christmas hams, boi"
Oh my gosh, so I'm sittin' here in my cousin's dorm room talkin' El Espanol to some b*tches he knows and my dumbass, gay guy of a cousin walks in to the room in all his flamboyant glory and says en espanish:
"Dude, what's the name of the red Ryu guy from Street Fighter?"
So I direct all my attention to him and switch it to American and go: "Ken."
This mo'fo raises an eyebrow in shittin' himself and asks: "The blonde dude who's not Ryu, he does all that fire shit and shit."
I'm like: "Ken....."
At this point, his lower middle-class ass throws alitte hissy fit that'd make Hanna Montana believe she's real and shits out: "Don't play games, man, you know who I'm talkin' about, the goddamn, piece of shit blonde dude with that whatever the f*ck it's called. A red gi? He does a hadouken too though."
I stare at him, and say it slowly: "K-en."
Niglet throws a flip-flop at me and epileptic attacks his ass out of the room tellin' me I'm no help and shit and that I've become a burden on the family.
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Moral of the goddamn story is, the spanish word for 'who?' is 'quien?'