oh, youtube... stop wasting my life for me
This entire song was written in my sophomore year yearbook, by my friend Joe. I explicitly told him nothing raunchy. I knew this would happen anyways.
In the margins, Joe also drew me pictures of cheese, a car, and most noteably "El Pollo Loco", which was the mascot of the three-person gang we formed in Spanish class (before being separated to opposite ends of the classroom).
Man, I wonder what ever happened to Joe after high school. He's probably either a roadie and having the time of his life touring with some awesome band, or addicted to crack and living under an overpass.
Kevin was the third member of our gang. He was pudgy and ridiculously funny and had a crush on me. He was killed senior year.
In the margins, Joe also drew me pictures of cheese, a car, and most noteably "El Pollo Loco", which was the mascot of the three-person gang we formed in Spanish class (before being separated to opposite ends of the classroom).
Man, I wonder what ever happened to Joe after high school. He's probably either a roadie and having the time of his life touring with some awesome band, or addicted to crack and living under an overpass.
Kevin was the third member of our gang. He was pudgy and ridiculously funny and had a crush on me. He was killed senior year.