Remember the XLNT tamales? Not half bad if you were really really hungover. Would you mind telling me why guys care if your pubic hair is red? I've always wondered about that?
Godwined! Oh and ^^^^^^^^^^^ that is why EU is soooooooooo fucked up! I mean my god NO discipline, simply none. You guys will swallow anything won't you?
It's all about the contrast!
your butthurt satisfies me greatly.
Fuck! I'd kill for that to be in front of me right now
Never too late, hijo
Well you know what they say about ignorance... I can't fool myself as easily as you, but, I admittedly do get a little bit of satisfaction out of your classic wishful thinking and reflective butthurtness. I did rip you a pretty big one so that's understandable. Enjoy your new asshole UncleBucketloadofshit, and thanks for confirming.
Everything is homemade from scratch even the chilito/salsa, the only thing I didn't make was the chips and I usaually will make em if I have the time.
Ah Red Heads , i love them so much i married one , my wife has natural auburn/red hair which is very odd for a 100% Lebanese woman , the entire time i lived in Beirut she's the only red haired non US woman i saw .
Correct I chop jalapeños, onions, tomatoes, and galic, then I put it all in a big mixing bowl and hit it with some olive oil and cumin, then mix it all up and roast it in the oven, when its charred but not burnt I slap it in the blender with a hand full of cilantro, salt&pepper and a lil water to keep it smooth
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr, sounds splendid
Anything that is made according to EU regulations that ensure specialities from one nationality or race are always created by another. Sometimes i think perhaps we've taken the multiculti thing a little too far here. Some have found a way around the law by mixing specialities from different countries. Like, translated "chopsalon", which is dutch fries covered with shoarma. Like durum. Doner? Kebab.
Come on man, at some point people thought you we're going to cry... even your right-winged opponents started feeling sorry for you.
