Sunday, March 04, 2018

CHUNKY MISSION DISTRICT FEM-THINGS

Ey, vato, my apartment is half a block away. I have stuff in my kitchen. But if you want to impress the chunky Mission District cholitas, knock yourself out. You are selling bacon-wrapped turkey franks. I'll just go home and grill myself up some onion, jalapeno, tomatillo, pork fat, and an andouille.

Good luck with the slags.
Sorry. Slagitas.

I have condiments.


I could say something about inch-thick layers of foundation and face-powder, but hey, you're licking all that toxic waste, not me.


I can lend you a trowel.




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