My Only Bitchy Cousin Is A Yankeetype Guy The Exclusive Guide

The breaking point came during the cake cutting. Marcus leaned over, loud enough for the bride to hear, and remarked that the fondant texture was "aggressively suburban."

Kenji was my only cousin, and calling him "difficult" was an understatement. He was a to his core: hair bleached to a blinding platinum, ears heavy with silver rings, and a silk souvenir jacket—a sukajan —draped over his shoulders like a cape. He didn't walk into a room; he loomed into it, usually settling into a perfect Yankee squat ( unko suwari ) the moment he got bored, which was often. my only bitchy cousin is a yankeetype guy the exclusive