True story: there’s this song called No Rompas Más that every mexican will square dance to, and I too in fact grew up square dancing to.
When I got older I moved to Canada, never liked country music, and just went on about my life without it. Then we went back for a wedding and I brought my very Saskatchewan partner with me, and this fucking song comes on at the wedding so obviously we all get up and do our square dance moves imbedded in our blood, and after the song finishes, this fucking guy, this fucking guy is like “you know this is achy breaky heart right” and man, I am still furious my family tricked me like that for so long. That song slaps tho, I’ll still admit it.
True story: there’s this song called No Rompas Más that every mexican will square dance to, and I too in fact grew up square dancing to.
When I got older I moved to Canada, never liked country music, and just went on about my life without it. Then we went back for a wedding and I brought my very Saskatchewan partner with me, and this fucking song comes on at the wedding so obviously we all get up and do our square dance moves imbedded in our blood, and after the song finishes, this fucking guy, this fucking guy is like “you know this is achy breaky heart right” and man, I am still furious my family tricked me like that for so long. That song slaps tho, I’ll still admit it.