Sometimes I’m mistaken for being Mexican

It’s true. My driver’s license picture does not help, I was even held overnight in Tijuana back in college trying to get back into the U.S. In addition, since I moved to California 6 years ago, there have been numerous occurrences of people coming up to me and speaking 2 straight minutes of Spanish, until I sheepishly say “umm…hola, es toy un gordita” and they just look back at me and say, “I’m sorry for your parents.” All of this, combined with my sometimes obsessive use of the phrase “fergalicious” has inspired me to share a video that was passed onto me by a longtime friend. Enjoy, and blow besos.

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