They are like Asians in that aspect.
In my experience, if there's ever an uncomfortable silence, she just goes something like "Well have fun!" And that's that.
Come on, they’re Africans.
same old
It’s weird, because I didn’t not like the taste of them. I don’t know what it was, but for a while, those kinds of eat made me sick. Maybe just unintentionally being difficult? Maybe I WANTED the Africans to die?
Wait, there is a problem: I think that my yams are different than your yams. Dare I consult Wikipedia?
What I'm hoping for is that you'll only have to meet my mom. I don't want you to meet my dad. God damnit. It just makes me worried. And...I don't know exactly what to tell her. When I was talking to her about it she was asking pretty personal stuff :-\
I hated my parents when they forced me to eat yams.
Yeah, yeah. Blah. I almost want to pull the I'M ALMOST 18 thing but I think that would just make things worse.
Hmm.. I guess it’s not as disgusting, now that I think about it.
