Chalupa Man

There once was a man who had never eaten a chalupa. One day he decided that it was about time he had a chalupa. He walked down the street in his neon orange cruggs. He wore sparkly, pink gloves on his hands. A sparkly, yellow beanie sat over his luscious, voluminous hair. Zebra print, pink, bedazzled leggings covered his toned, muscular legs.  An " I <3 Justin Bieber " neon green shirt wrapped snuggly around his torso, hugging every single curve of his body. His name was Diego Tapatio. He wondered what a chalupa tasted like as he walked down the street. Probably better than his Sunday shiatsu massages. He matched his steps to the beat of Beyonce's Single Ladies playing on his pink bedazzled IPod knock off that he bought at the flea market. He flaunted his Gucci man bag. His hips swayed, side to side, side to side, bringing attention to his award worthy booty. But not the kind of attention Diego wanted. A random, middle aged woman cat called him. He scoffed and turned with a disgusted look on his million dollar face and said, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" and sashayed away. FIERCE!