Apr. 10th, 2008 02:55 pm
My dic--heart apologises to my stomach
The bad weather and the prophylactic zinc horse pill I took are combining to make me feel a little bit oogie, so when heading out for lunch, I told myself I'd get something mild. Then Mr Brick Shithouse spies me and says "¿Quieres jambalaya?" Every rational cell in my cerebrum told me that was a Bad Idea, but how could I tell him no? Besides, he sang for me! Right there, while dishing me up! As near as I could tell, it was Los Felinos' banda cover version of Hank Williams' "Jambalaya on the Bayou". When the heartburn starts, I'll just sing "Quiero estar muy feliz a tu lado" to myself until I feel a very different sort of warmth spread through me.
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Bien sûr!
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