We had one of these when I was growing up in Peru. My mom and all 10 of us kids would close our eyes as we walked - a sort of game to see who actually made it to the butcher shop to pick up our dogburger meat.
you too, eh? we had the same situation when i was growing up in mexico. only we put skis on our donkey's feet so we wouldn't fall through- because we knew that if the donkey broke it's leg, we'd have to put it down and no one wanted to eat donkey for the next few months. you know how stringy and bitter that meat is, you just chew and chew and chew...
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Is that the entrance to their subway? Or is that where there bike is after an unsuccessful ride on the sidewalk.
We had one of these when I was growing up in Peru. My mom and all 10 of us kids would close our eyes as we walked - a sort of game to see who actually made it to the butcher shop to pick up our dogburger meat.
you too, eh? we had the same situation when i was growing up in mexico. only we put skis on our donkey's feet so we wouldn't fall through- because we knew that if the donkey broke it's leg, we'd have to put it down and no one wanted to eat donkey for the next few months. you know how stringy and bitter that meat is, you just chew and chew and chew...
I thought you guys liked burritos?
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