If you're lazy enough to not have googled me, let it be known that ... ahem ... I'm latina. Actually, make that puertorriqueña.
So it makes sense for my panties grow a bit tighter and wetter every time I listen to Juanes sing. Ay bendito, that man is just ... yummy. Too bad he's like 3 feet tall. If not, I'd be wrapping my ten feet long legs around that mo'fo.
That said ...
¡Jesús, María y José! Those dancers suck. Where the hell did you get them Juanes? Where you hitting the coca instead of the café? Because ... damn! They're the only latinos I know who are missing the dance gene.
