Me biting into an empanada: ‘My, my… it appears we’re fresh out of tacos.’ Slowly wipes crumbs off shirt. Reaches behind, grabs mini-gun. ‘Guess we’re gonna have to do this the hard way.
LOCSPHERE
2025-01-30 19:03:54 +0000 UTC
Come to Texas...there's plenty for the both of us without having to fight over them