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Tomorrow I will be driving to the nearest bridge and throwing myself off of it. . . . . . .all because of DR1.

Ya see. . . .I thought I was an intelligent, interesting, fun loving kind of guy, with a not sao bad life. . . . .until TODAY. . . . . .


because of DR1 I have learned. . . . .that. . . . .gasp. . . . . .I am a chopo!

I am not really sure what a chopo is. . . . .I just know it is bad. Chopos make the world a bad place. The world would be MUCH better without us chopos.

So. . . .tomorrow I do the world a favor and rid it of one insignificant Chopo!

I wasn't sure I was a chopo, till today. Although I don't have an Ivy league degree, and don't drive my lexus to my penthouse in Piantini, I still didn't think I was a Chopo.

I don't have nappy hair, fat nose or lips. . . . . .I don't hang my laundry on other people's balconies. . . . . .I like bachata and merengue but never blast it or play it all day long, in fact I rarely play it as I hear it EVERYWHERE.

I don't urinate everywhere, and have no idea how to play dominos. . . .but yet I am a chopo. .. . . . . . .

I am guilty. . . . .I drink BEER!!!!

I mean I played a double header of softball yesterday. . . . .I know softball has got to be a chopo sport. . .. .I tried joining a Polo team but I don't own a horse. . . . . . .

After the game. . . .I thought about a glass of port, or maybe a single malt scotch. . . . . .but Hooters. . . .the all time Chopo hangout. . . .which just happened to be the nearest bar to the game. . . . . .doesn't serve Single Malts. . . ..although they do have bottles of Dom. . . . . .we lost so Dom was not apropriate. . . .

They do serve BEER. . . . .they even had Presidente. The ultimate Chopo drink!

I ate wings. . . . .that has to be a chopo meal. . . . .and drank beer, while watching the Met game. . . . .it wasn't my fault. . . . .I didn't yet know that it would make me a chopo.

I should have changed into a double breasted suit, hopped into a camaro. . . .or make that a Mercedes. . . . only chopos have camaros. . . .even Joe Dirt had a Hemi .he he he he. . . . .and went to a fine french restaurant and ate frogs legs and drank wine. . . . . .


But I didn't. . . .so now I will kill myself and rid the world of one useless Chopo.


I will throw on my Presidente tee shirt, pop a bachata CD in the walkman and strip naked. . . .of course hanging my clothes from the bridge like a true chopo, before jumping to my death below.
That is how DR1 changed my life. . . . .