#Chapter178
Spring break
Oliver
For spring break, we traveled to Mexico. Our parents warned us not to drink, get arrested, or pregnant—no worries there with Conner and me.
We threatened to gorilla glue Grayson’s lips shut if he got us arrested in Mexico. Can you imagine us calling home and explaining to our parents why we were in a Mexican jail? They would leave our stupid asses there.
We arrived in Cancun. Now, whose bright idea was to send us to a foreign country with crappy Spanish? High school Spanish doesn’t count since different Spanish countries have different dialects.
Since we suck at Spanish, we used Google translate. Big mistake on our part. Google translate screws everything up. It’s like Siri when you use her to help you find something. She misinterprets what you say, and you end up with women’s lingerie. Yeah, don’t ask.
