Wait ’till you see las cucarachas

Pancho Villa in Tijuana, says, Ello—e’LO

“Let’s get some tacos ».

… and, Luc Frelon’, France Musique just told Mi, me, meh–motheefucker! That youse the illegitimate son of the Argentinean Embassy in Paris, or Something like that.

Any how, hoy no hubo Jazz, Judy.

It takes Tú.

The good thing about this blog is that nobody comments and that's just fine with Mí.

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