Here’s a picture of my dad next to his prized possession, his gigantic papayas. Normally I’d be a little uncomfortable if someone said something about my dad’s humongous papayas, but I feel its only appropriate now.This is only one of a good dozen that grew in our backyard. Our dogs must have made some magical manure back there. I thought it was ironic that my dad was wearing a San Antonio shirt, seeing how my dad’s name is Antonio. It’s like he was born to take this picture. The other irony is that people in Texas love them some papayas. Crazy crazy world.
oh my god, this post is so freakin hilarious in every single way. i almost spit my squishee out onto my laptop.
ok, i’m gonna try and be david the elder. let’s see…papa? papayas? nah, i got nothin.
Sorry, there’s only one me. But nice try anyways, maybe next time you’ll be more fruitful.
Wait… are you in San Antonio?
No, I’m in Miami. My dad bought that shirt when we visited Texas about 4 years ago.
Tu definitivamente no eres cubano.
haha who are you referring to, Julio?