Get Ready for Teen Sex Week!
A story of cultural appropriation from Long Island, NY
Twenty-first in a series of conversations I had with Tom da Lung Eyelund Carpenta on the train platform before our early morning commute into Manhattan… This one with Mike da Nassau County Electrician pinch hitting:
Mike: Teen sex week?
Mookie: Really? Sounds exciting!
Mike: I’s heard teen sex week starts Monday.
Mookie: How come I never got the memo?
Mike: In da paper. Forecastin Friday snow, den weekend icy rain, den teen sex week.
Mookie: All over, or in certain designated locations?
Mike: What da fuck youse talkin bout?
Mookie: Teen sex week!
Mike: “Teen sex week”?
Mookie: Yeah. ‘“Teen sex week”’!
Mike: Naw, Bro. TEENS NEXT WEEK. As in, it’s gonna be “in da teens next week,” like, fifteen fucken degrees.
Mookie: Oh. That’s too bad. Now you got my thermometer all discombobulated.
Mike: Is dat even a word?
Mookie: Only when it’s teen sex week.
Mike: Brrrrrrrr.
Tom advice continues…
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