“Oh, man, this is rich…” laughed
Quetzie.
He hadn’t laughed this hard since telling me about the night he went back and forth like a pinball between two different hotel rooms at the Tropicana in Vegas while macking on Carmen Miranda and one of her back-up dancers. He claims he was “this close” to making a three-way happen. Never believe a hard drinking, womanizing Aztec god when it comes to these sorts of things.
Today’s focal point was a
story in the new copy of National Geographic that featured on female wrestlers in Bolivia [the best coke, Quetzie claims].
Great article, I’m tired of reading about endangered this, dying out that, etc.
Now Quetzie’s trying to hog my PC, to watch videos of this on the Net [thanks a lot youtube]. Freaking Aztecs.