The pressure is on..........what do I do??????? Visions of chorizo and potato tamales float in my head, drowning my senses and overcoming my better judgement. ...... black bean tamales provoke promises of singed nose hairs from the terrific farts that would result from the 30-50 tamales per hour (not to mention that the re-load time on the tamale pooper is only 2 minutes) that the tamale pooper could emit......... I can't sleep, I can't eat (except for Blue Bell and chocolate chip cookies and soy chips and bean dip and of course Jagermeister), I can't concentrate.......if I flunk out of skool the last semester will the professors give me an "I" if I plead "tamale insanity"??????? I am afeered of leaving the ebay site so I am sittin here in my adult diapers waiting for the final bell to ring....... my only source of support is leaving the kuntry soon.....if I send some tamales with her would them boys in skirts want to buy them???????
HELP I NEED HELP I NEED HELP (OR AT LEAST ANOTHER BOTTLE OF JAGERMEISTER)!!!
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SISTER I am HERE! And Bab and Bahai are with me and they are both chanting "Yes! Yes! Yes! Buy the damned thing and let's get the SHOW ON THE ROAD!"
The tamale outpouring could then lead to the final invention of a product about which I have long, long dreamed: charcoal padded underwear...the charcoal liner will give us J-Lo butts all the while providing a Ron-Co Air-o-matic Sanitation Station mobile sfinkter masking unit: "All the lift, and none of the sniff."
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