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i used to watch those spanish shows, for...hmm, the spanish lesson? the men on the shows, (non novelas) look like geezers compared to the hermosa mujeres (beautiful woman?) standing next to them. but too much drama...
true story: i grew up on a bordertown. a buddies' parent had a grocery store there. we used to go there to raid the beer fridge, carta blanca's galore. free. we went out to the alley where the truck was parked. friend smoked. i was blasted on beer. out of friggen nowhere, our doors were ripped opened and three pissed off mexican men, poked a shotgun at our heads, "where is my daughter?, i told you not to talk to her! you cannot date!" *****! my buddy rattled off some spanish and the man, (without the shotgun) apologized and explained that the dudes daughter ran off with some guy, on a date. similar car. to this day, i wonder if they found the happy couple. i definately put a extra spot on my underpants.
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poof! gone
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