Watch this. Just FUCKING WATCH THIS. That's all I ask of you. I promise your life will never be the same again.
QUE VIVA LA REPÚBLICA ME CAGO EN LA MARDITÍSIMA MADRE DER COÑASO!
Watch this. Just FUCKING WATCH THIS. That's all I ask of you. I promise your life will never be the same again.
QUE VIVA LA REPÚBLICA ME CAGO EN LA MARDITÍSIMA MADRE DER COÑASO!
In recent hours, while rummaging around Puerto Rico's blog community website, I stumbled upon THIS HORRIFIC OFFENSE TO ALL OF GOD'S CREATION.
What.. The... FUCK!
Ok, I consider it reasonable and fair that reggaetón as a genre has evolved (although VERY slowly) form it's "PUTA, MARICONA, DONDE TU ESTÁS METÍA COÑO!" roots and is now a mainstream phenomenon, even though it has been recycling the same beats and lyrics for nearly two decades. But this?!
Ok, from browsing through this horrific dreg of a blog you can read that this queen has actually fused reggaetón with ballads (which has already been done dozens of times before by more famous "performers", but not as masterfully horrible as this), and he intends to introduce himself into the mainstream, even if that means creating a shitty blog and subjecting our community with empty posts trying to do ...Keep reading.
So I got home one day, after promising to take mom shop for groceries. And I see this skinny, nerdy somewhat kinda "cute-ish" looking guy getting out of his car and gowing towards me to shake my hand. Who the fuck is this guy? and why is he parked out front? Is he a mormon? no, he's not blonde or blue eyed, and he's not wearing the black tye/white shirt combo. Maybe he's selling something. Or charging his monthly newspaper delivery fee. Or he's coming to remind us of the next Dungeons and Dragons convention.
It turns out he is my brother's coworker, as I see my brother coming out and greeting him and showing him all around the house. That's weird. My brother almost never brings anyone home, not even girls.
Well, after the initial shock caused by the realization that his social life might not be ...Keep reading.
So I went to the eye doctor's this week.
The visit had been long overdue, but because of the huge amount of work, and because I constantly kept postponing it just because I didn't fucking feel like it, I was kept from going. I remember that last time I was there, there was a big hoopla about the events that happened in "The Ordeal" [CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO] , which, a few months later, saw the light of day in a mass media pubication when I was given the chance to write an editorial piece about laser eye surgery. They actually had a copy of the article, because they were able to deduct that I was clearly talking about them, even though I didn't mention the company's name anywhere. They even gave me the V.I.P. treatment and told me that I don't have to wait in line ...Keep reading.
I found myself uttering those words at about 9:30 p.m. tonight. But let's not get too hasty. let's rewind and take things slow until we get to the point where I found myself compelled to utter such blasphemy.
I came home from work, tired as I am every tuesday because of the goddamned, motherfucking construction pages (which I have to build all by miself. Yes, all 20-something of 'em). I notice there is nobody home and I see this strange black Explorer Sport-Trac parked in front of my house.
That quickly rang the alarm in my head. You see, my father, that paragon of knowledge, sense and reason, had been talking for some weeks about getting a spankin' new car and getting rid of his ancient old lemon, which is rotting in our garage. I figured he was just talking out of his ass (as he does 90% ...Keep reading.