So I bought a tall Modelo and perhaps it was my math or my mindset but I thought I got jacked - made mention of it in a not aggressive manner. But Primos has never let me down, albeit run my Indians and not the Mexicans but that's cool by me, so I ran it again. This time I was more deliberate in my purchases - just a little bit - and ignored the leather boot display over to the rear, which I've neveever-everen before, like it's a emotional purchase - I'd think it's not, then I recall the fact that I'm a PT farmer, then it made sense. So since the boots mage sense and the sweet gentleman owner kept telling how beautiful my hair is and he wanted some, I thought his taco recommended "just around the back" made complete sense. (There's that word again "sense" harping it's was into everything I've got to say today.. Because I was still at a loss for the sexi mexi beer debacle, I went straight up redneck and grabbed me a dozen Busch Lights- but I kept thinking about tacos and my lady friend is outta town so I can cheat w/ non organic food for another day. Chicken Quesadilla- four tacos I can elaborate on now but probably later as the Busch is setting in and I'm about to get into another situation. Just look at the pic, and if I've not said this until y'all are bored to tears -- dudes and dudettes, always check out the places where the others tell you not to go. It's gotten me this far in life. read more