Cereal

Sandra and her daughters kept up with Cosmopolitan, Vogue and Hola!. They were so close, they could have been clones of each other. They talked alike, dressed alike and even had the same taste in men. Some of Sandra's daughters boyfriends had even slept with Sandra, and vice versa. Even though no one talked about it in the family, the fact was widely gossiped about in their social circle.

The silver Jaguar pulled up to the house in the late morning. María opened the door of her house to find Sandra and her daughters saying hi and opening the trunk. The cacophony was great and even dogs began yelping once they heard the high pitches that conveyed false enthusiasm emanating from the womens' vocal chords.

A few neighbors hidden from view eyed Sandra enviously from their windows. If their emotions hadn't been so strong, they might have seen the four kilos of cocaine Sandra unloaded from the trunk of her Jaguar. Or perhaps not: they were covered and wrapped inside ornate traditional bowls. As far as they could tell, Sandra was just coming over to show off her new casserole, which she'd learned to cook in a private class with a cute American chef.

Yogúr

A couple walk all a-jangly down the street. They ask us an unimportant question and continue on their merry way, carrying on in a discombobulated way.

"What a fun couple!" Julie said innocently.

Jen informed, "They're on crack."

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La pareja caminó hacia nosotros con una energía esporádica que les salía por los brazos y las piernas sin control, como si fueran títeres. Se detuvieron, nos hicieron una pregunta irrelevante y continuaron casi a brincos.

--¡Qué pareja tan divertida!-- exclamó Julie.

Nos informó Jennifer --Acabaron de fumar crack--.

Danny Elfman - The Cookie Factory