If I have to listen to "Livin' La Vida Loca"

If I have to listen to "Livin' La Vida Loca" just ONE MORE TIME... I will not be held responsible for my actions!

"BLACK CATS AND VOODOO DOLLS! heeya baby! 'sup?" Lola's husband stumbled out of the "He's Not Here." bar and grill swinging a bourbon bottle. Lola uncrossed her arms and hit PAUSE

, which made the world come to a stop. Livin' La Vida Loca was the force that kept existence chugging along. "Ricky Martin tapped into some mystical cogs, man," Lola thought. Hubby

Bernard agreed as he ironed his 'Party Shirt'. Every Thursday Lola and Bernard would go to Hip & Happening Club to dance to Ricki Martin songs

and nothing else. It wasn't a very successful club. Lola and Bernard enjoyed themselves though, and the eccentric billionaire that funded the club was satisfied with this.

The eccentric billionaire was satisfied with everything these days. He got a file-o-fish without tartar sauce and ate it anyways. Ever since he'd lost his mojo to that French bulld

ing inspector, he had a difficult time rising to the occasion. Whenever he tried entering a tall, sleek skyscraper downtown, he was reminded of her. He'd loved the way she assessed

charitable noncash contributions and when she put that little heart over the 'i' in her name. He looked down at the flaccid, empty banana peel in his hand.

He felt empty,himself as the idea crossed his mind.Once she walked over he had already changed his mind.He was a dick for loving her so...