Okay, yeah, so some lines are crossed...

[benchilada]

Yes, my children, I'm afraid it's true.

THERE ARE SOME THINGS I WILL NOT EAT.

Case in point.

Please observe the following map:



We shall refer to this as Menudo Location: August 28th.


Please direct your eyes to the big picture below. In it, please search for two cans, then choose the larger of the two.

No bonus points for finding the photographer.



What's that? You'd like to see a close-up of that can? Alright, my monkeys, but you have been warned.



That is, as my minister used to say, "some pretty fucking fucked-up shit right fucking there."

Now, please direct your eyes back up the post to the map, then come back down here.

Finished? Good, because the new name of that map is as follows:

Menudo Location: September 11th.

Why?



How fucking shit-ass bad does something have to be before THE MAGGOTS IN IT ACTUALLY DIE OF EVIL?

Apparently the answer is "two weeks of open Menudo sin Maize in an alleyway" shit-ass bad.

See you in your dreams, kids.

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