@TinaNarvaezJr HOLY THIGHS!!! AAOOOOOOGA AAAAOOOOOGAAAA BARK BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF BARK!!! OH BOY IM GONNA IM GONNAAAAA...
appreciate you and the artistic talent of all involved respectfully in this medium that is blossoming and developing beautifully.
@GiaPaige Thank! No lie, I was about to give up on pursuing this and just go back into working maintenance. Updated my resume to return into a field I didn't care about but could make more money than I do as a tech at a hospital. Which is what ive been doing. This win is super nice.
@impmontellem I hate how viscerally reactive i am to not good breath thanks to trauma. So long eager morning kisses. Take care post bar hopping smooches.
OMG, listen to the Mexican announcers on team USA's 3rd goal going completely off-script
I haven't laughed this hard in a long time! "Oh my f*cking goodness" 😂
🗣️CULERO CULERO CULERO!!
Korean fans mocking the refs by learning new Mexican words taught to us by our Mexican friends last game.
Cultural exchanges. Too funny. 😂😂
Credit - @tuh0n
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.