And then there are those times when you are feeling sad because cops talk to you all the time, and then you go into 7-11 and they're playing “Viva Tirado” by El Chicano and all of a sudden nothing's wrong.
If neither this above nor this here (jefe, maton, father of Scoop DeVille) moves you then you are a soulless individual and I cannot allow you ever to see me naked.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
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Now that's just the kind of tune I like to hear when I'm swinging in my hammock. I'd rather you kept your clothes on for the time being, though, let's take things slowly.
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