Rico Amore Presents

Fuck I hope swearing doesn't offend you! Hi there - I am offically scrapping the plans to hobo to Oregone - fuck getting stabbed! I wasn't too keen on shoving ten dollar bills up may ass either. Anyhoo - my shit is goin to mutherfuckin Bonnaroo That's right -- Dude, The Police are cool and everyting, but come'on , you know everyone just wants to see Sting - he's approaching the living god status - like Bowie or Tiger. Who cares anyway? The Main Event is Fucking TOOL! Driving 18 hours to see Tool might sound crazy but it's not just Tool, The Flaming Lips, Ween, Manu Chao, Gogol Bordello, Dave Atell, well here's the whole line up The Police • Tool • Widespread Panic • The White Stripes • Ben Harper & the Innocent Criminals • Wilco • The Flaming Lips • MANU CHAO Radio Bemba Sound System • The String Cheese Incident • Franz Ferdinand • Bob Weir & Ratdog • Damien Rice • Ween • Gov't Mule • Ziggy Marley • The Decemberists • Kings of Leo...

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Part two on the socio-cultural experiment of adding a nationality to an everyday item. or From the same mind that brought you the Mexican Toothbrush and a dog who talks to flies comes the round poop and the German tamale. The nationality plus common item - expressed thusly {(N) ~c} x I is now applicable to food stuffs. Make way for the German Tamale the Swedish Pickle the Croatian Kabob the Polish Creme Puff the anyway, create your own while noticing the different connotations each country brings to the food. Now, the round poop. I must tell you, without even a smirk of a hint of a lie, I am not shitting you - literally and figuratively - what follows is pure Colombian Truth. Awhile back, I was at school; it was a good day, no kids. I had the feeling that it would be totally uneventful, everything A - O - K. Coffee worked like it always did, with alacrity. Suddenly, Max is fartin' up a storm - I think we might have to take him to the vet

I can always count on my friend KS to be a good source of reality. Long thought of as a misanthrope, and rightly so, he never seemed to be totally on the same thought plane as me, but now I'm not no sure. I was out one fine evening when it dawned on me that I can't make small talk for shit. If it's not that important, I prefer that people keep their fuckin pieholes shut. Well, on said evening I was forced to make some small talk and do you know where it got me. A long walk home on a sub-zero night while two people DROVE home in their cars right past me. I must admit that I wasn't alone. Good ol' JM was there to share my misery. Basically, it came down to my inability to talk about "The OC," the mall, anything to do with a fraternity/sorority, or Paris Hilton. On a brighter note, golf season will soon start. So the two brain dead shoeboxes of meat can kiss my ass. Fuck