All I wanted for Christmas was a little Rojo Caliente and my wish came true!! That lazy ass Santey Claus brought it 8 days later, but at least it’s still here! I did wonder why the sun in California was shining brighter than usual. I should have known that Rojo Caliente was here! Her fire locks ricocheted against the shining sun covering California in her hotness. I also should have gotten a clue when I went to my favorite new hangout, Home Depot, and there was a sign on the door that said, “Closed in observance of a holy day.”
For once, Disneyland was really the happiest (and hottest) place on earth, because it got a visit from Rojo Caliente herself on New Year’s Eve! You know, I considered going to Disneyland on New Year’s Eve, but they don’t serve booze and that’s a problem, so I nixed that plan.
I don’t know what I would’ve done if I came face to ginge with the greatness that is Rojo Caliente. I probably would’ve pushed Mrs. Rojo out of the way, got on my knees and begged Rojo to let me be her woman! I can scrub her BVDs in the sink, polish her power tools and sit on her face at the same time. There’s no way Mrs. Rojo can do that shit. Rojo may miss the poon by being with me, but I’ll make it better by dabbing a little Chicken of the Sea on my no-no.
Here is the glorious Rojo at Disneyland on New Year’s Eve. Don’t ask me who the other people are. I can barely make out their faces, because Rojo’s magnificence is outshining them.