When I was a little kid, I would eat anything. I was a parent’s dream- any vegetable they wanted me to try, I was totally game. Whatever my dad cooked, I ate. The only thing I remember ever not wanting to try were beets, but my parent’s tricked me, saying “Oh well, more for us. … Continue reading
On Urban Dictionary, one of the definitions (after several unnecessary x-rated definitions) for “Fiesta” is: A small economy car that is popular in Europe and/or other poor or liberal hell holes. “Billy drives a Fiesta and he is a communist.” That is actually not the definition I was looking for. I was thinking something along … Continue reading
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