A broken man, obsessed with 500 year old Mexican culture.
Ooofff brutal. Hey you could start one.
They’re both terrible, support your local pizzeria.
Today is mahtlactli-omeme tecpatl (12 knife) in the Tonalpohualli. There’s a good chance my day is going to be hassling and/or stupid.
I didn’t realize there was a correct response to my statement, but you just made it.
I should have shorted it.
Blues Brothers. It’s damn near perfect.
And I still hate Illinois Nazis.
The bedrock of cultural acceptance “cuisine”. There is nothing more powerful for me to get out of my comfort zone than hearing, “…the food is badass over there”. I got mugged 40 minutes after arriving in Mexico City; I can safely say the comida was worth it.
I’m an American and a Texan. I feel shame, anger, guilt, worry, and pity.
Bush (a Texan) back in the day started a 10 year war with your country that my taxes paid and my generation died for. This was done with completely fabricated evidence. Bush Senior, about decade before, undermined the foundations of free speech and journalism to facilitate Desert Storm.
I’m part of a military industrial machine that kills people to make some of my country men rich.
I’m very different from a typical person from the middle east. I don’t even abide or respect abrahamic religions. Those differences don’t make me angry though, the world would be better to leave those different than me with peace and quiet. I want Iraqi people to be happy and content, for the selfish reason that I don’t want to think about the region.
I’m extremely fearful that the powers that be in Washington will decide to invade Iraq again in a decade or so.
Tie-dyed baseball cap.
Adapt or die.
Great museum, I saw the “Potato Eaters” there.
The older I get the more I despise Nazis and the political right. I thought I was supposed to become more conservative as I got older, but now I’m a hippie (almost against my choice) and the only thing I can’t stand the kids doing is bigotry in their dumbass social media.
I’d go to the art museum and consume copious amounts of hallucinogens.
They have them in San Francisco? I didn’t know they existed until I moved up to the East Coast. I assume that Mr. Softee is where the Pete and Pete character Mr. Tastee comes from.
In Philadelphia PA we got Mr. Softee blasting this down the street.
I used to have BNSF as a client when I was a roaming computer and printer repair man. Their employees were some of the rudest and dumbest people I ever met.
Absolutely I delete them. Can’t have that kind of evidence lying around, loose ends sink careers.
“Too much force will break it.” The only thing worthwhile my mother taught me.
I got introduced to Brazilian Disco a few weeks ago:
Famks - Labirinto