Yo, Elder, Pull Over I Can't Hold It In Until We Get Home. I'm Going To Poop My Pants.

Que la que, freaking, ¿qué hay de nuevo? Oh dear, another week gone, what is this? I still think I'm in July, not going to lie. Yo, I should be a poet that rhymes. Wow, look at that! Also, how is it already another week? That's a question for you, not me. Well, well, well, should I share the story of the title or no? Hmmm, let me think about it. So, yesterday was a freaking miracle day. We were like, "Bro, let's go to Barranquitas and visit Miriam because she stopped answering us." She said she was in the hospital taking care of her sister, and we were like, "¿Es eso un embuste o cierto? Déjanos ver." So we went walking in her neighborhood and we yelled at her house, and she came out. And we got good news, great news, but bad news, lol. Basically, one of those breakups that's like, "It's not you, it's me," and you're like, "Bruh, why?" Anyways, she's like, "I really wanna learn and join the church, but my sist...