Should they be laughing at me?
I’m pretty sure this is about the time that bull is supposed to be dead.I KNOW I shouldn’t be riding upside-down on his back, hanging onto these pointy things while idiots laugh at me from the stands.
I should’ve listened to my guidance counselor who wanted me to go into TV repair. But I said, “No, I REALLY want to wear pink socks!”
I thought guys were supposed to rush out to help me! Those “machine gunadors” are supposed to save me! And where are the flame-throweradors? Is that just a joke they play on new matadors?”
Why didn’t I just call in sick and go out for sangria with that cute senorita who sells flan?