Well, yes. Yes, they do. But that's beside the point. I don't understand Spanish. Mes hanches ne mentissent pas. I feel as if I should do something productive. Open up a can o' peaches, start a rebellion. Right now. I've decided something. It's gonna happen. I may be delirious with exhaustion but I know what's what. I'll hop on Rocinante and Ride off into the sunset. Punch a hole in the backdrop of life. Just me, some gas money, A few cans of chickpeas And the clothes on my back. I say it'll happen. But no amount of money, No sign depicting my blacksheepity Would push me to do What needs doing. I'm tired.
Awesome... like a 'possum. Agreed. Well than good. Muahahahaha! Wait. Aren't you the bandanna lover? Mucho cool-o. My Spanish is shite.
According to my friends Brazillian boyfriend the spanish bits are amusingly crap "my house" "yes" "your house" "yes" and some shit about a pink shirt if memory serves still that song is amazing
HUgh i was sure i read "my brazilian boyfriend" and then i thought i'm really jealous on you hugh, you get all the hot tanned guys . blondes
