Maybe its just the moustache, but im mighty convinced that more than the hands of the clock are tightening their grip on everyones most loved singer. makes me wonder what else those mexicans are bringin through those tunnels i been readin about...to get to the bottom of this i did what every other respectable journalist would do: write the president of mexico to see what the fuck was up; heres what i got back in the mail two days ago.
Oh snap! how we gunna get that bad mother back? i couldnt think of anyone to call or anything to do, so i went to dick cheney's and smoked some pcp to calm the nerves, then it hit me: the pcp, like a motherfuckin freight train pushin a mack truck. my head exploded;it was rainin dannons strawberry banana yogurt; and i was in puerto rico all of a sudden on the beach with neil young and gerry garcia
after i eased into that mental train wreck shit was mighty groovy, me and neil did some cortez that lastest 2 days and just soaked up the sunshine. the whole time jerry was doing all this "talking" and "thinking" and "making a plan" whatev.
when the banoonoos and darrylstrawberrys started tasting like regular rain again jerry suggested that we just exhume selena, throw some chalupa's on her and give her to el presidente. me and neil we're all ginked out so we told him to go for it
Sho'nuff El presidente fell for it and we got bob back!
So todays lesson is Me minus bob Plus d-chen times PCP=Neil young Plus jerry garcia times puerto rican yogurt minus selena and chalupa's, i think.
Peace and carrots.
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