Thoughts on me, myself and I, from non-novelist and non-screenwriter not Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Girls, isn't he dreamy? I posted one of the young pictures so you can appreciate him to the maximum. Virile. Youthful. Mansize. So masculine and hairy, like my Usnavys and every bit the man I wish I could attract instead of the spineless jellyfish I always end up with, hairless types. So regardless of what the oppressive Miami Cuban party line is, and all the polite thought I must put out, in reality, I like that young, virile Fidel, not the old crumbly one, my Fidel, Fidelitos, adoritos, Doritos. Ummmm. My Uncle Fidel and now that he's resigned from dictatorship of Cuba, maybe he's available?
This is not a blog written by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez, the best selling author. It's written by "not Alisa", who is most definitely not a best selling author. In fact the only loyal reader this blog has is Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez, the best-selling author. What's this about? It's a parody silly. And it's satire. The two are not mutually exclusive.