Tiempo de Taco
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
viva
my roommate was feeling a bit of muscle pain the other day and said,
'hey, i'm goin' to pick up some vicodin.. you need anything?'
'what? where?'
'the pharmacy.'
'downstairs? don't you need a prescr- '
'we're in mexico.'
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