A Samoan
Not they uces, not they cuzzos, not the folk down the street who like family. I will squabble a singular(1) Samoan, or a Tongan supported by a Maori cheerleader in the peanut gallery
(preferably female and/or without face tattoos.)
And they names can't be named Jacob or Zilla... fukk it. Nothing out the Bible or out of a Kaiju film.
And it can't be on a Sunday within a half-mile radius of a Hometown Buffet.
...under those terms, and
only those terms; I will willingly fade a Polynesian for Ms. Parker.
I know we at 'gamble-with-your-life' thirst here, but it don't rain in California, a nikka parched and I know I got hands
I'm takin a puncher's chance on Ms. P