food Mexican night

I was thinking of one of the cute baby aliens from Prometheus.
 
Lurking.
 
And waiting. 
 
For the right moment to unleash its alien fury upon that burro'.
 
Ultimately impregnating it with mexican crema'.
 
And guac.
 
With hot sauce for blood.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Edmick said:
Nice. Clarinet?  
 
Not anymore.
 
I quit that instrument after 7th grade.
 
Because there was this chick I was trying to get next to.
 
So in one hand I offered her a clarinet.
 
In the other I offered her a burrito.
 
They take the burrito every time!
 
That's good information to know.
 
texas blues said:
 
Not anymore.
 
I quit that instrument after 7th grade.
 
Because there was this chick I was trying to get next to.
 
So in one hand I offered her a clarinet.
 
In the other I offered her a burrito.
 
They take the burrito every time!
 
That's good information to know.
I played the trombone in 7th grade.. Not a wise decision.
 
texas blues said:
 
Yours most likely had some tarnishing.
 
Or rust.
 
Some people just don't like rusty trombones.
Not to mention that the case resembles a dick. The older kids never resisted the urge to point that out on my 2 mile walk home everyday. lol
 
texas blues said:
I was thinking of one of the cute baby aliens from Prometheus.
 
Lurking.
 
And waiting. 
 
For the right moment to unleash its alien fury upon that burro'.
 
Ultimately impregnating it with mexican crema'.
 
And guac.
 
With hot sauce for blood.
 
ditto
 
WarrantMan said:
 
A decent one I'd suppose (based on the apparent hard wiring with the word flow, such people stand out while others remain unknown.)  :think:
 
All human beings are musicians.
 
The beat begins in the womb.
 
Before you are born into this world.
 
And then that day comes.
 
And you make that first sound.
 
You and I will never make that sound again.
 
But...
 
Every mother will tell you.
 
That is the best music they ever heard.
 
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