I've driven through and loved the smell, the thunderstorms, the sound of gravel roads. Loved the colors and the finite appreciation of simple life and rote connection to the human experience. History is timeless. I've driven through and thought this place kinda sucks. My buddy that grew up there talking about blowing up old machines for something to do out of boredom. This has none of that charm. But all of it
The greatest thing about any tortilla is that you can eat the packaging. Hopefully it soaked up all the shit that regret not having already eaten
Those juicy, juicy drips on the plate after eating a killer burrito? Also, that first shitty bite of fold? Save a chunk of the latter to mop/sop up the former.
If you're You're welcome. I wish I never saw that video or portended to give an expression of ever having seen it on the internet and apparently logged in to do such.