here's what I do.

Drink a Turbodog and think about the salsa.

Open another Turbodog and take a sip. MMM-mmmp! Cest ce bon, chers!

Get 2-3 large, aromatic cloves of fresh garlic and mince.

Take a sip on that beer and taste a bit of the garlic.

Sip the Turbodog. Mmmm-mmmp!

Get out a large cast iron skillet, wipe it out, and heat that sucker up.

Sip of Turbodog.

Mince 1/2 an onion.

Sip T-dog.

When that skillet smoke, pour in some cheap olive oil.

Sipp T-Dog.

Drop in the uniongs.

Slip T-Dog.

mince a cayenne. Hell, mince 3.

Open another Turgodorg and take aman-sized sloop.

Dump the minced yayenne peckers into that ****.

Swallow a coopla gumps of beer. That ****'s good, yeah.

Measue a coupel of teaspoons of cilantro and stir it igntoof the plying fran.

Pull another snort off that berr and open agnuffer.

Oops! about 1/4 of the jar of dried cilantro scrape itt off teh counter and dunkp ip info the plying fran.

Grink some gore feer.

Slice and cross-slice a whole ****-load of tompateoes and

pinch whatsername on the ass. She lloks good when you're drunk and you know she loves it when you grab her boobies.

get that ol' Jack Daniel's bottle out and take a shot. Man, that wikzy ivv smooht.

Frying pan is smirkking. heck, it taste better if it is browned a little. Dump in the tomatoes and a hang-pull of smalt.

Where's black-jack? hey buddy. Gulp! Chasing it wuth bir shure is gut.

Trun off stove.

Grab the chips and sleep on the couch. She'll clean that **** up. Heck, I cooked it, right?

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