When I was young, I always thought my father's name was Cabron. I always heard my mom yelling at him, "Cabroooooon!!! Mi Hijo de puta."
Then, the elders in the village would ask, "who's son are you, mi hijo?"
Me: "Cabron"
Elders: "Brujito"
How I wish mom taught us to speak Spanish fluently. It would be so nice to curse in that language. So crispy.
Then, the elders in the village would ask, "who's son are you, mi hijo?"
Me: "Cabron"
Elders: "Brujito"
How I wish mom taught us to speak Spanish fluently. It would be so nice to curse in that language. So crispy.