Every morning for the past, oh, three months or so, I've walked out beneath Eleanor's window and pulled down the gourd tendrils that climbed up the window screen overnight. Tenacity, thy name is Cucurbitaceae.
"According to Don Armando, the number of pendejos, even as you read this, is innumerable. It has been estimated that if pendejos could fly, the skies would be darkened and we would enter a new ice age. The pendejos would get a severe sunburn." -Jose Antonio Burciaga