"NoMAS chingona obscured the party was setting and no blowjobs"; So are the feasts of drug dealers and thugs

"My employer sang a lot crafty, batos that we were invited to play for them Nomás knew that we would give a concert for the course.

Private paricillos that would put bastards, but not that Ay-What-What-Soft or A-All-Dar; fuckers rather than rogue and no blowjobs: race enfierrada and empercherada; chingos parakeet, ratatouille and whores.

At first, the parties were not, because at first all parties, and you know it you are familiar: ai 'you saw the batillos these with their wives and children; carnita the roast, the chelita, the schmoozing supposedly tranquis. But as soon it darkened and Oh, bugger: to fuck your mother rucas and snouts, they said, we were pure compas. And ai yes: to play, putos.

Then-then rolaban bales parakeet. They threatened: Poor you a fat rayota not mess because agüitan gentlemen, so let 's go give it macizo.¡Y tough!

At the same time they brought to the whores: pure titties and big ass. My boss loved the argüende, he recovered from his felizote to take shouting ai 'with compas. It got pretty crazy then. Miraculously , we did not break me and my compadre, who always accompanied them ; I in the sixth, my friend on the accordion. I always listen to other musicians have to put them fuscas in the head, which forced them to get parakeet by the ears, which began to play three days without shitting without eating ... well that did not happen all the time we work pal pattern because that dude if they wanted. Well, I wanted at the time. They wanted to the yacht.

Once we went to play the harbor for one of those dudes, one had laboratories not far away on the hill. I think rather what we had was much tail stepped on him. He greeted up the ship to set sail and began the pari. There were poquita race well as five well click batos ugly, of those fat judicial nature. Pa cut a long story short, Nomás arrived and do not know where they came vergas a shitload of sailors. Fuck pigs in climbed the yacht; first thing we did was throw all cell phones and radios sea, not two horns, three fuscas, the $ 20,000 they were going to pay my employer and a kilo of parakeet. No way: everything (and everyone) to fuck your mother. The pattern looked very scared: he stared into the dark vast ocean, bastard and that is the sea on this side. I think there knew she had earned cock. To us they released us that night.

Not to him. To him they took root 40 days. Nomás he was released he fell to his canton. The bato was thin, silent as frightened; He did return us to hire, but that we should walk trout. God knows what he would have done. He was no longer the laughing always bato. A year later they broke into a pueblillo saw with two others. Yes that nobody found out what fart. "