What we need is peace and love and more loveWords to live by.
But I don't see none of the above
So one for the bass and two for the treble
C'mon y'all, don't dance with the devil!
But in another way, "One More Day" reminded me of another, equally popular form of theatrical entertainment, one with costumes reminiscent of superheroes, featuring heroes, villains, and epic battles for right and justice: lucha libre, Mexican free fighting wrestling. The colorful masks and muscular physiques of the great Mexican wrestlers is virtually straight out of superhero comics, and frequently the ring battles pit a hero against "El Diablo"a devil-masked villain. It's like a passion play, except with more body grease.
Which got me thinkin'...
What If..."One More Day" Had Been a Mexican Wrestling Grudge Match?
Well for one thing, it woulda been hecka cooler. And I think it woulda gone something like this....
There would be sweaty battles a-plenty:
And strange, dramatic, reversals of fortune...
But in the end, the day would be saved the way it always should: with good old-fashioned supermodel smarts:
(Cuadro del tecleo para hacerlo más grande)
Puedo apenas ser un pequeño toro relleno que no habla español, pero compraría eso.
Con las gracias por el estímulo de Chris Sims
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And now, a very important announcement.
Before you try ordering pequeño toro relleno at your local Mexican restaurant, please check the Google translation of this entry into English.
Thank you ^_^
As is so often the case, the truth can be found in the filmography of Mario Van Peebles.
Late in the action/adventure non-classic Solo, where Mario plays a Terminator-esque humanoid robot defending a Latin American village against all sorts of dangers, the villain of the piece, played by William Sadler, speaks to another, minor, villain.
SADLER: Do you know the first rule in dealing with the Devil?
OTHER GUY: No.
[SADLER shoots OTHER GUY]
SADLER: Don't.
If only Peter Parker, or Joe Quesada, had considered the wisdom of the Van Peebles Oeuvre, this whole fiasco could have been avoided.
Caramba, Torito relleno, me deja usted de pasta de boniato y flipando en colorines.
No podré dormir hasta que no lea "Catch-Spiderman" repartiendose hondonadas de hostias con "El Diablo", mientras Mari-Juani le contempla arrobada "este es mi arácnido!"... dale fuerte, Pedrito Parquez!"
Ok, I managed to keep a straight face throughout this whole thing, until I got to the "el bong", and completely lost it.
Your version DOES make quite a bit more sense than the Marvel version however.
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