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THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AT THE COUNTER ASKS ME IF I WOULD LIKE ANY SALSA WITH MY BURRITO. I TELL HER YES PLEASE. CAN I HAVE THE HOT SALSA. (I AM BOTH STRONG AND RESILIENT AND ALSO QUITE FOND OF THE FLAVOR OF THIS ESTABLISHMENTS HOT SALSA) SHE TAKES A LOOK AT MY WHITE ASS AND HANDS ME THE MEDIUM-HOT. I AM SOMEWGAT OFFENDED BUT I REMAIN GRACIOUS BECAUSE THE MEDIUM-HOT IS ALSO VERY TASTY AND ADEQUATELY SPICY. I TURN TO LEAVE AND BEFORE I GO SHE TELLS ME SHE LOVES THE SPARKLE OF MY EYES. I TELL HER NOT TO FALL TO DEEP IN LOVE. I CANT BE TIED DOWN YET. I THEN TRIP ON MY UNTIED SHOELACE AND FLATTEN MY BURRITO, SPLASHING MEDIUM-HOT INTO MY EYES.
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