Damn. Hot Drama. A nice Petate came walking in from the Dust Town, with bags and all. A varios-locos Chiquigruezza looking for some Chiquiyeyo Action. A Chiquiyeyo said Hi, welcome to my City; we will gladly serve you as a girl's night out. I have been waiting many years for this, said she, the Chiquigruezza now officially a Chiquiyeya in waiting (she was, she was), I have ample reasons for this trip as in search of a husband (this is an open discussion, for now). Maybe become some sort of Chiquiyeya in *yogurt aromas, why not, why not (why yes). Various people got up and left. Said Chiquiyeya from Dust Town and Chiquigruezzo left together, dazed with love, to a bachelor party type, to have some sort of blue-drink with the local Chiquiyeyos that controlled the powder at the border town of Chiquilandia. They discussed possibilities of inviting some graduate students to control the Fuco Sessions, but a friend of Chiquiyeya (Gruezza) decided against it. Said party was a Low Rey get up with round table and drinks, MP3's rolling down the relaxed atmosphere far away from the Dust City. We were not invited. We, meaning us.
certain aromas seem to tantalize