When tiny Mexican grandmothers bring you rice and beans and salsa and chicken and tortillas and a lime, just because you always work late and because your roommate is Hispanic, it doesn't matter that you aren't too keen on either Mexican food or hugging; you are bound by law to hug her and choke it down.
That's just the law.
3 comments:
Mmmmmmm. Mexican food and hugging are a couple of things I really like!
I like a bit of Mexican food, so send it here - please! I used to buy so much food from our cleaning lady at my old job. She made some AWESOME stuff. You name it she could make it. Ugh! No Fair! They have no real salsa up here and no good tacos so far....
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