13 March 2013
Everyday I go there, chips and salsa are my life, Little do I know that it'll cause me pain and strife...
Really, I cannot bear the pain when those tacos get to me, I bend over in pain after digesting those enchiladas, you see. Nobody will know who did it when I let one rip, Cause I had a lot of beans and two bowls of dip. Óle! I think I smell something not so Nice. I think someone ate a little too much beans and rice...
Mexican (You Already Know What's Coming) • Opuss № I