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Why the Mexicans are fucking brilliant

Tequila, tacos, burritos, quesadillas, Coronas and Cancun…

Honestly – pretty much all I need in life. Except mac & cheese. I need mac & cheese. My boyfriend and I just decided to have a taco night and I’m thinking of making it a weekly or bi-weekly occurrence. This past Cinco de Mayo I got some tacos and I got way too many margaritas. (Who allowed that?) Whenever someone mentions melted cheese over ground beef inside a taco shell, this is how I feel:

Massss Tequilaaaa

Did I forget to mention salsa?

Regardless, Cinco de Mayo has recently come and gone and I just wanted to reminisce on that same night one short year ago…

Dorm room party. Corona flowing. Tequila shooting. Lime sucking. Salt licking. Margarita shots. A text message that would change my life. Some frat boys that got a little too close. “Is she laughing or crying?”

All of this may not make sense to the casual reader – but just think about it. Thank you for a wonderful holiday, Mexicans. And thank you for your vile form of alcohol we like to call tequila.

5/5/11

We will never forget.

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