B"H it was still Hashcocha Pritis..i think

Im feeling a little guilty about my pro-longed abcense,
this story happened a long time ago (3 weeks ago) in a far away land (panama -my stop over)
after being drowsed with bordom and my hair puffed out to timbuktoo due to the long stop over and my friend trying every possible hair style upon my head, we heard the anocment to baord the plane which......we get on and there is a girl in our row, we offer her twizzlers, to which she tells us she isnt a twizzlers- girl, well, i tell her im not eaither a twizzlers-girl i just hapeen to eating them at this present moment...we all laugh and we start talking and talking and talking, and we soon discover, she proudly informs us she is Jewish, oh wow, we try to impress her and tell her the holy work we were just toiling with (the camp and all) her responce is, wow you guys are like really Jewish but we reasure her that she is JUST AS JEWISH AS US... oh, her mom was from Caracas and i told her i was there, and asked her if she knew Perman, she didnt (okay)
but any way my freind pulls out this really good Colobian fruit (that i reallly wanted) and offers it to this girl (oh, she was from Newport RI) and i thought to myself here i am sittiting next to this Yiddishe girl it is definatly Hash. Protis ive gotta make a bracha with her...so i tell her to repeat after me (i probably blushed though i truly do not remember) any way this girl really liked to talk and through the caourse of a one sided convor. she infomed us it was her dad who was Jewish not her mom....then i lost patince to talk...and went to the bathroom then i pretended to sleep......
but i should've known all along cuz...she didnt have horns