Whether dining with Capt. Steubing or just chillin' with Isaac by the pool, Charro is ALWAYS ready to Coochie! Coochi Coochi!
In a word . . . MONTALBAN.
(NOTE: If you have any little buddies, please make sure that you have made arrangements)
"Ow! You are hurting meine neck. You're OUT."
"Yep. If you were born in the '80s, then it's likely that I had something to do with it. But I'm just a regular guy -- I still tuck my hawaiian shirt into my jeans one side at a time."
"Yeah! Just steam the broccoli for 4 minutes. Don't worry, I'll pick up the comforter from the dry-cleaners later. OK. OK. Calm down. Just put a little Ivory soap and water in a bowl and it should
scrub right out, and LEAVE that pyrex in the sink -- it's gonna have to soak for a while if we want to get that tuna casserole out of there. No, no. We don't use #2 diapers anymore -- they leak everywhere! #3 Huggies Pull-Ups -- HUGGIES, OK? Not Pampers or the generic kind, unless you're gonna be the one changing the sheets at 4 in the morning!"
Crippled by camel-toe and in need of urchin, 007 was glad to oblige.
Putting the "Cool" back into Colonialism.
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