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Analyn wrote this totally sick and brilliant story..and I have to have the latest breaking news.  Without further ado,

A Day in the Life of a Mexican

Juan woke up, looked at the clock, and discovered that he was late; tardy even.  The clock read nine and he had to be gardening at the Hamptons in thirty minutes.  Juan ate his breakfast of champions, which, for Mexicans, is beans.  After finishing this refried bean delight, he scampered upstairs for his shower. 

Ready for the day, he started off to work but he could not walk fast enough in street clothes.  Juan decided to hitch a ride in his friend Pedro’s VW Rabbit.  When they reached his stop at the Hampton’s he elbowed his way through ten other Mexicans out the back hatch. 

The Hamptons were kind, rich, white folk; Juan was teaching their eight year old son Johnny Spanish.  Throughout his work day he laid sod, dug a pool, and planted flowers.  Mrs. Hampton often brought out cheese sticks and pineapple juice. 

After a long day’s labor, he headed home to his hut of a house that he built himself.  Juan was not married but he lived with his pet aardvark, “Archbishop William Dalrymple the Third,” and a feral dodo, which he called “Jack.”  He would feed them both burritos every night and watch “Wheel of Fortune” before bed.  Juan was a hard worker and was really going places. 

On the weekends, Juan would get together with his Mexican brothers.  They would go to the local park and play soccer all day.  At dusk, after the games, they would find a hobo bench, kick off their shoes, sit down backward, and shout out their favorite Spanish catch phrases, such as “Donde estas mis pantalones!?” and “Cali-caliente!”  They would sing the praises of Santa Anna long into the night and stare at the full moon.  These Mexicans knew how to have fun. 

Thank you, this has been a SexyBaby Production.
~sexy#1

On asking my family members to be on the lookout for a pair of army camo pantalones, I was informed that I was a "clothes-horse."  Being Welsh, I now conclude that I am a horse with clothes on.  (Donde esta mis pantalones!?)

Good song by 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite.

V for Vendetta is an excellent movie, and the lot of us had an excellent time watching it.  The violence by V and Evey vindicates the brokebackness of the content.  As a valued customer, I would like to vouch for the vigorous quality of the directing, but must also caution the watcher to veer away from such revolutionary propaganda found in the video. 
There was also a mexy moment last night...In the big red van, I almost crushed about 9 screaming/waving/shaking/laughing people in a small car driven by none other than Andrew Bad. 

All of my love,
~Clothes-Horse Bif