After some shenanigans involving a certain magical restaurant on Convoy street last night, I had to drive to PB today. I remembered one of my old coworkers raving about this place non-stop, I figured that I had to drop by and check it out. Welcome to Taco Surf. What awaited me was the pinnacle…
Man oh man! If I could shake the hands of all you bastards I surely would. You’ve asked, questioned, demanded and if I could rack up seventeen pennies for each time I’ve been harassed about what the deal with me blogging again for Strawberry Scented Burnout, I wouldn’t be a rich man, but I’d probably…
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