It's 2005! Katho fell asleep fairly quickly, but in her Brazillian mind it was already about 6 in the morning, so it's forgiveable. Rachel and I couldn't cook a quiche, since her padres sleep lightly, and right above the kitchen. So we sneaked down super quietly and poked around for food in the blackness. We found Oranciata, Orangina, and crackers. I mean food crackers, not random losers of European descent. Unfortunately, there weren't any Petey Pablo Pickles. We stayed up and talked, which meant me saying two words, laughing breathless, and Rachel saying, "Did you replace that word with Petey Pablo?" and then we'd both laugh.
I think the funniest thing I ever heard in my entire life was when we combined Scottish with Mexican, and got "Sexican," and I laughed because I thought, "Sexy Can," like a butt, but Rachel thought "Sexy Pelican." So then we thought up what it would be dressed like, and she was like, "It's wearing a rainbow poncho..." and I died. You think you've seen me die? No, not like this, you haven't. Rainbow poncho on a Petey Pablo Pelican? And we named it "Ewan Pablo," even though I like "Petey McGregor," better. It has tiny bagpipes, a kilt, a sombrero, hangs out in a clay hut, has a little mustache, and a rainbow poncho over a tuxedo. It probably skips SAT's to attend afternoon sex parties.
P.S. Rachel, you were right! You can find him at www.peteypablo.com.

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