Strange women in my house this evening. Are they Rainbow freaks? Is this some late night math study session? Do I dare go downstairs to find out?
Earlier this evening in la clase de Español.
Jessica (to the class): Yo soy mas simpatica que Michael.
Michael (to the class): Yo soy mas guapo que Jessica.
Girl from other side of the room (whose name we don't know) on the way to the parking lot: If you keep that up you're going to be sleeping on the couch.
Jessica: He has a wife.