My host something-or-other

Luis is my host mam�’s boyfriend who lives with us. So he’s some sort of “host” relation of mine, but it’s a little complicated to describe. Anyway, he’s rather funny. Some choice examples from the past week:

Luis: “So, your friend [who’s a massage therapist] needs a young handsome guy to give massages? I’ll do it!”
Pepita: “You can’t do it; you’re old!”

Luis: “When I die, just tie me up in a garbage bag and throw me in the sea.”
Pepita: “Even that costs money!”

Luis: “Spanish women are funny. In the winter, they cover themselves with clothes. But in the summer, they take it all off” (commenting on the news which showed all the madrile�os on the beach for the long weekend)

Yeah, I’m going to miss this place.

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