I love my dad. He used to be a professional wrestler in Mexico. So it was cool growing up with him, because when he hit us, he didn't really hit us.

According to my local hip-hop station everyone has garnish wages, child support, liens and wants to buy or rent rims. Ya Heard!

The police pulled me over and asked me if I have anything illegal in my car. I looked at my cousin and I ran.

I envy people who could just have one drink and not go look for cocaine afterwards.

While everyone else was saying Trick or Treat my dad was telling us to say Triki Tras.

The war in Iraq is still going on. The British are helping. Mexico wants to help, but they need a ride over there.

Halloween is the only day I can dress up like a hot Latina woman with a beer belly.