back home it's 16- we always got drunk & ended up fighting. we don't have these cheesy family affairs-- no parents-- just girls & boys, trying to look formal, a dj of some kind, dance music, and plenty of booze smuggled every time. ahhahahahahahahahah. oh i remember this food table being turned over by some fighting fools. i always had a laugh. our hormones were out of control.

victor- nan loved the lifetime movies. oh god. there was one where this teenager becomes addicted to porn. i lol'd. nan, luckily, was cool and realized the movies were trashy as well. how many movies about a scorned woman trying to kill her husband can lifetime make?

I think American's Quinceañeras are different than those in Latin America.


I think I saw a preview to this. I liked this one they did about Human Trafficking.

synth: most families are like that, don't worry. mine doesn't drink much, thank goodness.

schizo: yeah, it's a big deal for most girls, the ones in my school were more into getting like a party in their houses or getting a club rented instead of the traditional ones. the other day i saw one of the most awesome mullets ever, it was down to the dude's back and it was sponged the fuck out of it. the best mullets i've seen are in new jersey, though.

ok. this is a song about dumping a slut. fucking priceless.

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Periódico de Ayer
(Autor: Tite Curet Alonso )
(Canta: Héctor Lavoe)

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer
que nadie más procura ya leer
sensacional cuando salió en la madrugada
a mediodía ya noticia confirmada
y en la tarde materia olvidada.

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer
Fue el titular que alcanzó página entera
por eso ya te conocen donde quiera
tu nombre ha sido un recorte que guardé
y en el álbum del olvido lo pegué.

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer
que nadie más procura ya leer
el comentario que nació en la madrugada
y fuimos ambos la noticia propagada
y en la tarde materia olvidada.

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer...

Coro:
Y para qué leer, un periódico de ayer.

Oye noticia que todos saben
ya yo no quiero leer.

Tu no servistes pa'nada mami
y al zafacón yo te eché.

Echa, camina, apartate de mi vera
apartate de mi lado.

Tu eres el diario La Prensa
Radio Bemba, Radio Bemba.
~
Para que voy a leer la historia de un amor
que no puedo ni creer.

Te quise te tuve te mantuve
pero ya no te quiero.

A tu casa yo no voy Polito
dame y tumba la chaveta la chaveta.

En el album de mi vida
en una página escondida allí te encontré.
~
Anda vete de mi vera cosa buena
ya no te quiero ni ver.

Que te pasa estas llorando
tienes alma de papel.

Y como el papel aguanta todo
a sí mismo te traté.

Analizate tu historia
y así podrás comprender.

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fucking a right!! youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG696YuKfh8

looks like a show out of "scarface"

Oh I am only talking about immediate family, brothers sisters, father mother. Ah they are quite hysterical to watch. Especially when punches are thrown.

ohh sucks, but seems entertaining.

last year at a family gathering, whatever, they were serving anisette and i slammed the shot and my mom was like "where the hell did you learn to drink like that?"

that was actually really good. there was one about a gymnast too i ended up liking.

every-e- find this mullet man and bring him here. he's my new best friend.

next time bring a fire hose. when they start off, hose them down.

Yeah it is actually sad to think there are people who re willing to sell people.

i was so gonna ask him for his phone number, but dude would have thought i was trying to date him or something.

ay, the great hector lavoe was ignored. a pity.

!@#$%!: you should vacation here and bring miss uppercase numbers and just go to a different dancing club every night, one day it's cumbia, the next classic salsa, the following son cubano, then bachata, etc.

there was this article in glamour about the child sex slave business about a year ago. i cried reading it.

every-e- haha. you should have gone, "i'll party in the back, alright". i heard that once somewhere in a discussion about mullets at school and nearly pissed my pants.

I would like to study some art classes in Mexico City. But no money in me, that just sucks.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ha

i thought i was getting too sleepy to laugh, it is a pants pisser of a phrase.

synth: art courses grow on trees here and it's not very expensive to live here.

oh man, i can't dance for shit, and i hate cumbias & bachata, but i love the lyrics of so-called "classic" salsa. i'm quite good at moshing though.

we're planning to go there anyway, some time in the future. show us a good cantina.

oh hey, now that i remember-- party at your house in 2008.

victor- that sounds incredible. columbia has some programs in paris i hope i could be able to do.

WTF? child slavery?? whatchu talking about, willis?

no, seriously, WTF?

it was insane.