*Bleep*ing Mexican

What would you do if there was a middle-aged Mexican guy, salt 'n pepper hair curly hair, round-ish glasses, who constantly, I mean, constantly, stares at you each time you came to the dinner hall, and didn't take his eyes off you even though you were having your dinner every single day, for a whole year?

I know what it feels like. It's disgusting, it's flipping revolting. I feel like beating him up into a bloody pulp and then posting his remains to Mexico.

If you think about it, he kinduv redefines the song "I Only Have Eyes for You":

My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you

HELP!

Posted by QueenOfArabia at October 10, 2002 10:13 PM