My ex is La Polla Loca. She showed up to my wedding in a bikini and cried when the cake was too dry.

My cousin's girlfriend is La Polla Loca. She tried to start a band and it ended with her yelling at the drummer for not knowing the difference between a guitar and a sandwich.

My neighbor is La Polla Loca. She took out the trash and then sat on the lawn and cried because the mailman didn't smile at her.