all over your face

one of my greatest regrets in life is not having more mexican friends. i tried making friends with my gardeners a few times, but that didn't work because they sort of think i'm... gay. (i can't help it... that dumb enrique iglesias makes songs so sing-along-able. what's a nigger to do but sing along) anyways, those goofy bastards provided a welcome change from the backdrop of koreans and chinese at sunny hills... especially in spanish class, where the mexican ruled supreme. there's a particular class that i'm thinking of... a friday, and on that friday, there was a dance production show. while mrs. wilson was gabbin away as usual about her ex-lovers and the young man that lived next door with whom she was having hot sex every night, young danielle was soliciting gentlemen in the back of the class to buy tickets for the show, and she finally came to bruce rojas.

"bruce, are you coming to the show tonight?"
"yeah, i'm coming... ALL OVER YOUR FACE!"

was all that background necessary? no. but now you know where the line came from, and more importantly, you know what we're about... biotch.