Bring my Menudo back....

Here's my menudo. i love you, robby! i love you , martin!

Voted as the worst song in yahoo, i dont care, my heart belongs to the 80's. where's my menudo?

in response to Gamaliel, the twisted rabble rouser.

i don't want myself to be a fodder for fertile minds with idle bodies.
i don't want any remoras to grow on me, feeding on my strength,
delighted with my misgivings.
i don't want to open my email and read some ugly insinuations from a
tainted source.
i don't want to be a part of someone's grand twisted design to assist
in making his day and to help that person practice his prose.

i simply don't need it.
and i'm zipping it.