senor rubirosa

Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms! -Emily Dickinson

Have no doubt, I will bring the PAAAAAAIIIIN, oh and i will also bring some crumpets.

I think i may have found a worthy adversary in you :P

Much better!!! thank you

I may have shown you a picture or two of it!

and uhm, er...well that won't be a gun in my pocket!

Please not the Pinkertons--they never never sleep (what a motto huh?) Ah, you figured out what I do during the day...I may have to visit you tonight and give you a little bite!! It won't hurt...I promise (MUWAHAHA)

Methinks the Senor should keep his day job and allow the detectives to do their work (hehe)...

Aw shucks senor...why let sleep get in the way???

Ricardo!!!! No Stories!