mexi-nuggets

Since pretty much all I do is work, that's what I'm going to write about. If you don't like it, press the green "Back" arrow-button, or click on the red "x" button in the top right hand corner. But probably, even if you don't want to hear what I have to say, you're so bored that it doesn't matter anymore, so you'll just put up with the nonsense.
Anyway, Leah has officially proclaimed the Mexican Machines to be the "Mexi-Nuggets." Haha. Its great because we can call them that and talk about them right in front of their faces because they can't understand us. Well, except for one girl, "Ale." -Its pronounced, all-ay. She can understand and speak English quite well. And she usually translates everything (good and bad) back to her mother. To prevent being narked on, Leah and I have developed a jibberish talk. We make excessive sounds between words so that she can't understand us.
Though we can't understand when THEY'RE talking about US, we have learned a few lines of our own:
Mis patagonas son grande. -My boobs are big.
Colita/Cola = Ass/Butt/Tale
Well, it looks like its time for another 12-hour work day. Adiós.