Juicy Fruit Commercial

Juicy Fruit here, saying Shut It Down. Shut it down with dance, shut them down with love, be yourself and bare it all freely, and shut it down.

February 2003

Best Vice City OST songs

Had a trip down memory lane listening to Flash FM and Fever FM, and these were the songs that impacted my childhood while playing this game.

Mtume - Juicy Fruit

Yes - Owner of a Lonely Heart

Michael Jackson - Billie Jean

Hall & Oates - Out of Touch

Go West - Call Me

Rene & Angela - I'll Be Good

Lionel Richie - Running with the Night

Fat Larry's Band - Act like You Know

Whispers - And The Beat Goes On

Laura Branigan - Self Control

Juicy Fruit Stimboard!!

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Lyudmil Dimitrov by Max Jorquera

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The Wrestler’s Heart  // Gary Soto

I had no choice but to shave my hair And wrestle — thirty guys humping one another On a mat. I didn't like high school. There were no classes on archeology, And the girls were too much like flowers To bother with them. My brother, I think, Was a hippie, and my sister, I know, Was the runner-up queen of the Latin American Club When I saw her in the cafeteria, waved And said things like, Debbie, is it your turn To do the dishes tonight? she would smile and Make real scary eyes. When I saw my brother In his long hair and sissy bell-bottom pants, He would look through me at a little snotty Piece of gum on the ground. Neither of them Liked me. So I sided with the wrestling coach, But first there was wrestling, young dudes In a steamy room, and coach with his silver whistle, His clipboard, his pencil behind his clubbed ear. I was no good. Everyone was larger In the showers, their cocks like heavy wrenches, Their hair like the scribbling of a mad child. I would lather as best I could to hide What I didn't have, then walk home In the dark. When we wrestled Madera High, I was pinned in twelve seconds. My Mom threw me a half stick of gum From the bleachers. She shouted, It's Juicy Fruit! And I just look at her. I looked at The three spectators, all crunching corn nuts, Their faces like punched-in paper bags. We lost that night. The next day in Biology I chewed my half stick of Juicy Fruit And thought about what can go wrong In twelve seconds. The guy who pinned Me was named Bloodworth, a meaningful name. That night I asked Mom what our name meant in Spanish. She stirred crackling papas and said it meant Mexican. I asked her what was the worst thing that happened To her in the shortest period Of time. She looked at my stepfather's chair And told me to take out the garbage. That year I gained weight, lost weight, And lost more matches, nearly all by pins. I wore my arm in a sling when I got blood poisoning from a dirty fingernail. I liked that. I liked being hurt. I even went so far As limping, which I thought would attract girls.

One day at lunch the counselor called me to his office. I killed my sandwich in three bites. In his Office of unwashed coffee mugs, He asked what I wanted from life. I told him I wanted to be an archeologist, And if not that, then an oceanographer. I told him that I had these feelings I was Chinese, that I had lived before And was going to live again. He told me To get a drink of water and that by fifth period I would reconsider what I was saying. I studied some, dated once, ate the same sandwich Until it was spring in most of the trees That circled the campus, and wrestling was over. Then school was over. That summer I mowed lawns, Picked grapes, and rode my bike Up and down my block because it was good For heart and legs. The next year I took Driver's Ed. Coach was the teacher. He said, Don't be scared But you're going to see some punks Getting killed. If you're going to cry, Do it later. He turned on the projector, A funnel of silver light that showed motes of dust Then six seconds of car wreck from different angles. The narrator with a wrestler's haircut came on. His face was thick like a canned ham Sliding onto a platter. He held up a black tennis shoe. He said, The boy who wore this sneaker is dead. Two girls cried. Three boys laughed. Coach smiled and slapped the clipboard Against his leg, kind of hard. With one year of wresting behind me, I barely peeked but thought, Six seconds for the kid with the sneakers, Twelve seconds for Bloodworth to throw me on my back. Tough luck in half the time.

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Sweet Fruits are the most erotic food because they are wet, juicy and slippery and you can lick and suck on them. I love doing that with ripe mangos and lychees🤤🥭💦 Their taste is nirvanic.