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That reminds me of the time a friend of mine, my brother & I went to Wal-Mart around 1 AM. He had his acoustic guitar and a sombrero. I had taught him how to play the stereotypical Mariachi rhythm, and he went through the Wal-Mart serenading the night staff with such brilliant tunes as "Me Gustan Los Pantalones" until we got kicked out. Most everybody thought it was funny, but as soon as we got into the toy section some manager lady started complaining that we were playing with the toys (no idea why) and got one of the muscly cart pushers to escort us out. Twas a fun night, though.
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