On Satuhday, we went ta tha Boahstun Temple. It's a byootifuhl building. Then we drove ta some a Jesse's forma CRA friends' house. Theah names a Dave an Liz Geiga. Dave got inta Hahvahd Lah School, cause he's real smaht, an stuff. We have ta see these guys while we can, cause someday theah'll be fabuhlusly wealthy an wea'll be too poah ta hang out wuthum! They took us ta tha Nath End wheah we walked aroun Hanova Street and tuk lotsa pictchas a us in tha same poses.
This heah aint tha Geigas' house. Theah house looks much betta. Weah standin' outside a tha Paul Reveah House. Since it looked so lame, we didn't wanna pay $3.50 ta poke owah heads in 'na doah.
Instead we stood aroun by tha Paul Reveah statue, just aroun tha corna, fa free.
We ate lunch in Little Italy at tha Floruhntine Cafay, an then we walked ta Mike's Pastry. It's a bakery tha reminds ya a little a Seinfeld's Soup Nazi, wheah people line up all tha way outside tha doah and down tha street. Mike's makes 15 diffuhrent canolees, pistasheeo macaroons, an cream puffs tha size a ya face. I asked fa an ecleah; they gave me a haht dawg.
We carried owah blue and white boxes a mile from Mike's and got cat calls from people walkin down tha street. A troop a fat boy scouts oggled tha boxes too. Jesse said he should a toldum he'd givum a merit badge fa untying tha knots on tha box.
Afta tryin ta scahf up owah doh, we wawked off five a six calories on owah way ta tha U.S.S. Constatooshun Museum. Moah pedestriuns whistled at us (oah, ratha owah boxes, since we didn't finish all tha dezaht), and we almost got run ova by this idiotic-lookin group a people takin' scenic tours of Boahstun on segways; cleahly they smelled residual traces a puddin an grease through tha cahdboahd.