Thursday, October 19, 2006

In a Park, Outside Guayaquil

ARTURO (HOLDING TREE):
I plant this small tree, in honor of The Generalisimo!

ARTURO NOTICES HECTOR'S FOOTWEAR:
Hector...I thought I asked you not to wear sandals.

HECTOR (WHITE SUIT):
Mierda! I told you! My feet need to breathe!

GENERALISSIMO:
Be careful maricones! Harm that tree and I sit on your face, like this!

SAD GUY IN BACK:
You don't want that. Believe me, amigo.

7 comments:

FURTRADER said...

Are Hector and Arturo a couple by any chance?

FURTRADER said...

And where the heck is Guayaquil?

grumblemurray said...

This is funny. Do more!

Real chilian sheepherd said...

It's obvious that logblogman is trying to jump on the "help the little ones on dark foreign continents below the equator" bandwagon. He doesn't know where Guayaquil is. For all he cares, Guayaquil is a cough syrup. Preferably with a lot of codeine in it.

jana said...

Guayaquil

Why does that name sound like some weird probably extinct spieces of a bird?

Just an honest question.

logblogman said...

Have you ever tried pan-roasted Guayaquil, in a cream sauce with some coriander?

Mmmmm!

No wonder they're extinct!

FURTRADER said...

If this story was a movie I would definitely not watch it.

Unless it had a sub-plot about fur, then I may be interested.

Maybe.