. . . store bought salsa?
Expired store-bought salsa?
Expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours covered in bugs?
Expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours covered in bugs and floating in a bucket of vomit.
Someone eating expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours covered in bugs and floating in a bucket of vomit.
A good friend’s homemade salsa.
Really, it’s horrible. And nobody has the heart to tell her, so we all just eat it and say nothing.
Someone dipping their shit-on-a-stick into the expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours covered in bugs and floating in a bucket of vomit, then eating said shit-on-a-stick.
Someone dippig their shit-on-a-stick into the expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours, covered in bugs, and floating in a bucket of vomit, then eating said shit-on-a-stick and thinking it’s delicious–just like Mom used to make.
Someone dipping their shit-on-a-stick into the expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours, covered in bugs, and floating in a bucket of vomit, then eating said shit-on-a-stick and thinking it’s delicious–just like Mom used to vomit.
The generic store bought salsa?
Someone dipping their shit-on-a-stick into the expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours, covered in bugs, and floating in a bucket of vomit, then eating said shit-on-a-stick and thinking it’s delicious–just like Mom used to vomit, and smacking their lips the whole time.
Taco Bell salsa.
Why does anyone buy this stuff? Why? I like going to Taco Hell, but I’m not paying store prices for their salsa, dammit. I know it’s bad.
Ewwww. You win!
Nah, just store bought salsa from Seattle or one of those other crazy states.
or New York City.
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NEW YORK CITY!!![/SIZE]
in hushed voice get the rope…
Just a quick question here, speaking hypothetically, if you were served homemade salsa made in A New York city, would that still be as offensive?
Not saying I’ve made salsa. Nope. Not saying nothing like that. (whistles)
Someone dipping their shit-on-a-stick into the expired store-bought salsa sitting out in the sun for hours, covered in bugs, and floating in a bucket of vomit, then eating said shit-on-a-stick and thinking it’s delicious–just like Mom used to vomit, and smacking their lips the whole time–in a Taco Bell in New York City.
Fifteen miles away from New Jersey.