Do The Pedro

There's this kid in New London called Pedro.

Yeah, this kid.

Pedro has lived in America for years -- decades, even -- but doesn't speak English, and, frankly, doesn't seem to speak Spanish either*. The Spanish speakers try to speak to him but Pedro just does the patented Pedro-shoulder-shrug and gestures for another Miller High Life.

(*Except for Jill. Jill's the Pedro-whisperer.)

Pedro seems innocent enough . ..

. . . he likes to casually get into everyones' photos, no big deal . . .

. . . until that moment when he signals he wants to get into a singular photo with a special someone . . .

. . . and we realize . . .

. . . he only wants to be in photos with the pretty girls . . .

. . . the really pretty girls . . .

. . . the, um, shall we say, gorgeously goddessly-endowed pretty girls.

Hey, Pedro's no dummy. He knows a goddessly-endowed pretty girl when he sees one.

And, hey, if you can't beat him, well, hell, let's just join him.

. . . that's right . . .

Do The Pedro.