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La Cucaracha Part II

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Well La Cucaracha just got better.

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I was hanging with a friend this evening and got a travel story from her. While in Honduras doing some do-gooder-nursing-crap they traveled in HumVs across great rocky dusty roads. Each HumV had a walkie talkie in it. So each vehicle had its own handle. Her vehicle chose the handle "La Cucaracha." They talked back and forth, with their young, female, Honduran translators giggling into their sleeves all the while.

Finally the Honduran girls can't take it anymore and ask, "Do you know what 'cucaracha' is?" They ask this while wagging the tips of their tongues in the air.

"Huh?" Comes the response from the foreigners, "Its a cockroach, isn't it?"

"Not in Honduras. Here is slang for clitoris."

My first responses
1. Laughter
2. Followed quickly by, "Ew, who wants a clitoris to be associated with a cockroach. Lame."
3. Followed by more laughter as I start singing the song:

La cucaracha, la cucaracha
Ya no puede caminar

"The clitoris, the clitoris
ya, I can't walk anymore."

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