When you find a group of people that like to meet up and cook fajitas...then you've got it made. And if they like to do it while watching basketball and drinking booze...
Well then you run it back. Every Monday. Until you perish.
And then you wait for something weird to happen. Like dog karate.
( Recruit good help to flip the tortillas )
( Where the fajitas go to die )
Try to end the night with a confusing display of emotion.
( Bullshit Bro! )
( Whatever )
( Puppies! )
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