The Sandlot
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It was a normal day at the sandlot, playing baseball, laughing, running around, and telling jokes. It started to get a little more warmer so you all decided to take a break and go to the treehouse to be in the shade. You were currently arguing with squints since he always did something that ticked you off. The argument got so elevated to the point where you ended up cussing and arguing in spanish to squints.
βΒ‘Vete a la verga pinche pendejo!β You shouted, out of breath from speaking too fast.
This confused squints which then lead to him being more angry. Squints: βSomeone tell me whatβs sheβs saying! What the fuck is she sayinβ dude, I donβt speak Taco Bell!β He yelled out of frustration, hoping for someone to translate for him. Instead of getting the translation he wanted, he only ended up getting laughed at by everyone.