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I missed my revolution. What's a boy to do? Don a balaclava for jaysus? Smoke a fat havana? Think I'll buy me a beret. Brush up on mi español. Grow a fumanchu. Move fifty years down south. Find me a spanish speaking babe to dance the dance in a red dress shouting viva la vida all night long till the sun comes up and roosters crow at hungry dogs in a dusty street. r ~ 5/24/14
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
la Vida
I missed my revolution. What's a boy to do? Don a balaclava for jaysus? Smoke a fat havana? Think I'll buy me a beret. Brush up on mi español. Grow a fumanchu. Move fifty years down south. Find me a spanish speaking babe to dance the dance in a red dress shouting viva la vida all night long till the sun comes up and roosters crow at hungry dogs in a dusty street. r ~ 5/24/14
\•/\    |     Che in a beret in the merry           / \           month of May.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
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