Brought to you by THE Sasha Raether. Seriously, whenever I feel unsafe... I wear the single earring. I feel like it throws people off. In a good way.
Anyway, I was at this bar tonight:
And the bartender was a multicultural man named Carl (confusing), and he said how annoyed he was at his name. And I was like..."Just tell people you're named after Carl Weathers. People will respect that shit!" And he told me the real reason he was embarrassed was because his parents are Jamican. And because they named him "Carl," this gives him no cool Jamaican street cred.
I felt so bad for him, I did my Jamaican accent I learned from a casset tape I bought at Samuel French in the 7th grade.
It sounds very similar to my "voodoo priestess" accent I did I. New Orleans.
Needles to say, I did not get a free drink that night.
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