I know a girl whos obsessed with a guy ,

I know a girl whos obsessed with a guy , she talks gor hours and still tomorrow she calls again , and when he thinks this could be the end .. she calls again at 6 in the morning ,

The guy was getting annoyed because the girl kept calling him. To calm his annoyance, he went to his kitchen opened his fridge and got a pickle out of it. After he took the pickle

out of the jar, he took a long swig of the pickle juice. Draining it, he tossed the pickle back in the jar and let out a righteous belch. Whew, that was a close one, he thought. A

lesser man wouldn't have been able to do that. Good thing I was there, he thought. Why, there isn't a pickled vegetable in existance that I can't avoid eating better than

that I'd eaten Pedro Gaitero's entire jar. The slowly building heat was excruciating but worse still Pedro hadn't boiled long enough & I got a nasty case of botulism.

The medical team at the ER, strangely amused by my wretched experience, started referring to me simply as HotBot & just to tease me, piped Pedro Gaiteiro's music through the hospit

tle speakers. It must have been quite a coup for him, first figuring out who he was, then sifting through Bieber & Gaga CDs at the local WalMart to find a copy. My HotBot nick went

crazy not understanding why he found the urge to look through music failures of this generation. He knew deep down he was more than this.

His composition for kazoo and didgeridoo were not for the ears of this generation. But many years in the future, like Mozart, his name was emblazoned on little chocolates.