Thursday, August 24, 2006
Cachapas, arepas y agua de papelón
I feel the Tahoma creep up in the only loving manner tender slow cooking and simmering in herbs and lemon can muster. I'm gonna need that frosty PBR Chris L... I'm gonna need a hearty send-off with a full suicide of Jesse-assisted shenanigans where we will pull no punches, but abstain from marring Japanese fiberglass. Ooh, I love me some Mondays! But I don't love the palm tree crotch itch. Never a good idea. Never a strong poetic ending.
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I'm down for a cold and sweaty PBR anytime. You know, when it's so cold and wet that the label peels right off without any resistance. There might even be a few crystals of ice at the very top of the bottle. So frosty and vivacious, we'll chug bottle after bottle. So when do you want to do that?
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