Let the rhythm take you over hello random
Since we last spoke I have been rocking on the ultra cool Long Way Down. I'll never need another round of malaria shots in the ass again ever. We went down. It was long. I'm a spitter. What more is there to say?
I'd like to take a few minutes to discuss Enrique Inglesias. It took me about ten years to spell his name correctly, my apologies to those Irish out there who support Mexican footie. Enrique had some tunes about being a hero and dancing to the rhythm because apparently it took him. Where it took him, I do not know. Okay, I take that back. It took him to a doctor who said, "Yo, baby. That gigantic mole on your face? You know the one, it's hard to miss what with it being the size of a planet. It's gotta go, dude. It could be cancerous." Rique flipped and got it swiped off immediately. Then he fell off the deep end of the world. WHERE ARE YOU ENRIQUE? ARE YOU GETTING FAT WITH RICKY MARTIN? IS YOUR NECK THICK LIKE HIS? ARE YOU EATING TACOS WITH THE REST OF MENUDO??? No? Well, goshins your career has flat lined since you got rid of that man eating moley mole. (Um, apparently he has to buy really small condoms, too. Poor bad tennis player).
And then there was me. Allow me to tell you a story about me and how much I adore Enrique. We're doing lunch Thursday.
and then...
what.
the.
hell.
me.
Wait. Let's see that a little better.
WHEN MY CAREER GOES DOWN THE TUBES BECAUSE OF A STUPID MOLE PLEASE SHOOT ME ON THE TRAINSPOTTING GREEN.
GOOD NIGHT, MICHELLE RODRIGUEZ.
I'd like to take a few minutes to discuss Enrique Inglesias. It took me about ten years to spell his name correctly, my apologies to those Irish out there who support Mexican footie. Enrique had some tunes about being a hero and dancing to the rhythm because apparently it took him. Where it took him, I do not know. Okay, I take that back. It took him to a doctor who said, "Yo, baby. That gigantic mole on your face? You know the one, it's hard to miss what with it being the size of a planet. It's gotta go, dude. It could be cancerous." Rique flipped and got it swiped off immediately. Then he fell off the deep end of the world. WHERE ARE YOU ENRIQUE? ARE YOU GETTING FAT WITH RICKY MARTIN? IS YOUR NECK THICK LIKE HIS? ARE YOU EATING TACOS WITH THE REST OF MENUDO??? No? Well, goshins your career has flat lined since you got rid of that man eating moley mole. (Um, apparently he has to buy really small condoms, too. Poor bad tennis player).
And then there was me. Allow me to tell you a story about me and how much I adore Enrique. We're doing lunch Thursday.
and then...
what.
the.
hell.
me.
Wait. Let's see that a little better.
WHEN MY CAREER GOES DOWN THE TUBES BECAUSE OF A STUPID MOLE PLEASE SHOOT ME ON THE TRAINSPOTTING GREEN.
GOOD NIGHT, MICHELLE RODRIGUEZ.