Ive listened to this song at least 10 times today:
Buenos Tardes Amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
You killed my brother last winter
You shot him three times in the back
In the night I still hear mama weeping
Oh mama, still dresses in black
I looked at every fiesta
For you I wanted to greet
Maybe I'd sell you a chicken
With poison interlaced with the meat
You...you look like my brother
Mama loved him the best
He was head honcho with the ladies
Mama always said he was blessed
The village all gathered around him
They couldn't believe what they saw
I said it was you that had killed him
And that I'd find you and up stand the law
The people of the village believed me
Mama...she wanted revenge
I told her that I'd see that she was honored
I'd find you and put you to death
So now...now that I've found you
On this such a joyous day
I tell you it was me who killed him
But the truth I'll never have to say
Buenos tardes amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again
Thank you very much.
Desdenovas LA Sojourn
Volume 2: Pre Disney Days
At some point prior to my departure the steel trap that is my mind became slightly rusty.
This mental oxidization caused me to send the wrong arrival time to my hosts. Luckily, the delightful state of inebriation I reached on the plane allowed time to fllllyyyy by.
Roxy and vikpreZ arrived and whisked me away to Burbank via what I think was West Hollywood. En route I believe I entertained them with my drunken giggling and retarded comments. Just like old times.
Later in the evening I took my nursery school style nap and headed out to karaoke with Roxy. We were met by rawr_ima_monster and somebody else that I cant quite recall. Unfortunately, that was all. An emergency pow wow was declared and it was decided that we should reconvene elsewhere.
Now, earlier in the day Roxy had introduced me to her struggle to put the stars back in the sky. As it turns out Dave was familiar with this struggle and had even embarked upon the same endeavor. (In case youre the kind of person who finds shows like The Fifth Wheel to be mentally taxing, Ill clarify. The struggle=Katamari Damacy.)
Dave upped the evenings awesome by having the soundtrack on hand, which he kindly burned for me.
Thursday was mostly uneventful until Dreammaker arrived in town.
He promptly whipped out a handy deck and introduced me to the card game equivalent of forced anal sex, often called Mao in polite company. We spent the next several hours alternately hating his guts and admiring his evil genius.
Coming soon:
Volume 3:
The Disney Days
Buenos Tardes Amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
You killed my brother last winter
You shot him three times in the back
In the night I still hear mama weeping
Oh mama, still dresses in black
I looked at every fiesta
For you I wanted to greet
Maybe I'd sell you a chicken
With poison interlaced with the meat
You...you look like my brother
Mama loved him the best
He was head honcho with the ladies
Mama always said he was blessed
The village all gathered around him
They couldn't believe what they saw
I said it was you that had killed him
And that I'd find you and up stand the law
The people of the village believed me
Mama...she wanted revenge
I told her that I'd see that she was honored
I'd find you and put you to death
So now...now that I've found you
On this such a joyous day
I tell you it was me who killed him
But the truth I'll never have to say
Buenos tardes amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again
Thank you very much.
Desdenovas LA Sojourn
Volume 2: Pre Disney Days
At some point prior to my departure the steel trap that is my mind became slightly rusty.
This mental oxidization caused me to send the wrong arrival time to my hosts. Luckily, the delightful state of inebriation I reached on the plane allowed time to fllllyyyy by.
Roxy and vikpreZ arrived and whisked me away to Burbank via what I think was West Hollywood. En route I believe I entertained them with my drunken giggling and retarded comments. Just like old times.
Later in the evening I took my nursery school style nap and headed out to karaoke with Roxy. We were met by rawr_ima_monster and somebody else that I cant quite recall. Unfortunately, that was all. An emergency pow wow was declared and it was decided that we should reconvene elsewhere.
Now, earlier in the day Roxy had introduced me to her struggle to put the stars back in the sky. As it turns out Dave was familiar with this struggle and had even embarked upon the same endeavor. (In case youre the kind of person who finds shows like The Fifth Wheel to be mentally taxing, Ill clarify. The struggle=Katamari Damacy.)
Dave upped the evenings awesome by having the soundtrack on hand, which he kindly burned for me.
Thursday was mostly uneventful until Dreammaker arrived in town.
He promptly whipped out a handy deck and introduced me to the card game equivalent of forced anal sex, often called Mao in polite company. We spent the next several hours alternately hating his guts and admiring his evil genius.
Coming soon:
Volume 3:
The Disney Days
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volks:
Do you know anything about high end security systems?
volks:
you're going to need to google serch this topic and get back to me.