Mexicans And Guitars
There are many things in life that I feel are just made for each another…peanut butter and jam, toast and tea, the colors brown and pink…Mexicans and guitars.
Yes, Mexicans are to guitars as the Taiwanese are to computers.
Here is Rodrigo y Gabriela and they confirm my theory:
Mmm… so good. Just like the perfect combination of steak and eggs.
Or a rainy day and sleeping in.
Or sweet and sour sauce.
Or Batman and Robin.
Or Rocky and Bullwinkle.
Or Ren and Stimpy.
Or french fries and ice cream.
Or horizontal stripes and vertical stripes.
Or pizzas and bananas. (wtf?)
But not socks and flip flops.
Or snakes and airplanes.
Or Michael Jackson and babysitting.
Or fire and gasoline.
Or toothpaste and orange juice.
Or Roger Goodell and NFLPA.
Or speedos and fattys.
Or mullets and Asians.
Or pants and diarrhea.
Or bears and menstruation.
Okay this gibberish has gone on long enough. I honestly got to the point where I totally forgot the reason of my initial post… or if my post had any point to begin with. Happy Friday.