It's a little wordy, sure, but when you truly take that sentiment to heart you can finally make sense of the fact that our weird and brief obsession with the “Yo Quiero Taco Bell” dog abstractly helped spawn not one, not two, but three fucking Beverly Hills Chihuahua films. For as long …. Because while he's there, just casually leaning against a brick wall like it's nothing, he's practicing martial arts with his shirt off, and banging '80s hot women, and straight up exploding cars. …

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