It's happened. I never thought it would. I swore bloody oaths that I would never return to that cursed place, that I would rather give up my unconcieved firstborn child than allow myself to be enslaved once more. But...then again I suppose it was inevitable. No one can truly ever escape Los Hermanos. Those that have tried ended up dead or worse, ...married. (Shudder) Still, there are some things I might have briefly missed over the past few months. Such as:
-The "Good Game" game
-Half understood conversations with dishwashing personnel
-Half priced quesadillas (pronounced cua-sahd-uh-laaA)
-Jalapenos
-Guys who can jokingly flirt without being creepy...
-Mexicans
-Peachy Ricos
-Spendable Cash and zero responsibility
-Obscure Lindon jokes
-Racherella
-The vatos
-Tight fitting tee shirts...to work
-Stockings being not-optional (okay that's what I don't miss)
-My favorite black person in the whole entire world
-My favorite mormon gay man in the entire world
-Chips, and salsa
NOT cake. But I don't think I'll be there long enough to be a problem, so bring it on.
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