Horatio and I were eating at Jalapeno's in Lexington last night. We had a pretty good meal and were just kind of chill. We leave the restaurant and see a gaggle of Latino's in the parking lot hanging out chatting. As we approach Horatio's truck, there's this short, fat Latino peeing on his back tire while talking on a cell phone. Horatio said something to the guy who never broke stride. He just ignored Horatio and continued talking on his cell phone cavalier as can be. The guy wasn't embarassed or apologetic. He just went on about his business. It was hysterical. Just thought I'd share.
Horatio Felacio has Mexican Pee on his tires.
Jesus only knows that she tries too hard. She's only trying to keep the sky from falling.
Man, I think you all got it wrong. Ho is a sweet, gentle man who reads Oprah magazine and picks flowers daily. He won't harm a peeing Mexican. Paul, don't you agree?
Funny enough, I'm at a coffee shop and "Lola" is playing.
That is really strange. And gross.
