niktemadur

El cuitlaccoche! Just this past summer I had blue corn tortillas wrapped around cheese and cuitlacoche, with a subtle tomato-based sauce on top, and let me tell ya, this was an umami paradise, like Mexico's answer to the French savory crepe, but they are not fighting for supremacy, they inhabit neighboring culinary kingdoms and share similarities, but they unmistakably inhabit different lands.

It's really popping right now.

I got a FIFA Prize for receiving a FIFA Prize Prize!

"I need new curtains for my self-realization. That's what the Amazon A.I. told me."

Well... since most of the big ones are taken, I'll throw in:
"Tu madre era una hamster, y tu padre olía a saúco."

EDIT: Actually, now that I remember, the Spanish from Spain have some breathtaking insults, such as:
"Me cago en la leche de tu madre" - "I shit in your mother's milk".

It's like an Excalibur that fucks with rotational symmetries, GR tensors 'n' shit!

In case anyone's interested, here's what the lore says:

Back at the very turn of the 19th-to-20th century, the Boston Americans (later Red Sox) used to play their games at the Huntington Avenue Grounds, a decade or so before Fenway Park was built.

Outside the stadium, there was a German gentleman with a grilled wiener cart, he sold his product on a sheet of waxed paper, with mustard. That way, his customers could avoid getting their fingers all greasy.

The Boston Americans were a great team back then, super popular with the city locals. One crowded baseball day, the vendor ran out of wax paper!
What to do... what to do...? He got it! He gave money to his employee (or son, I don't recall), with urgent instructions: "Quick, run to the nearby bakery and bring me as many french rolls as you can!"

And thus, the modern concept of the hot dog was born. According to the lore.

Tell that to those hollow minds crushed and ruined by the internet, and they'll run your librul, commie-lovin', Rusia-hatin', multi-gendered ass out of town, with torches, pitchforks, and more than a few of them good-ole-boy sheriff's patrol units, ~~shitguns~~ shotguns loaded and aimed, 'cause this here's 'Murica, dangummit, muh freedum!

...and the rest, as they say, is history.

Let's see if I can get it from memory, not looking it up:

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time,
for y'all have knocked her up.
I have seen the maggots in the mind of the universe,
but I knew I had to rise above it all
or drown in my own shit.

Somebody's been watching some Ken Burns lately...

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