This place is across the street from where I work.
Every so often I look outside and see Joco's.
At a glance the sign looks like it says 'Tacos'.
SO TO SUM UP:
I want tacos.
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3 comments:
Great. Now I want tacos, too!
I'M ON MY WAY! STAY RIGHT THERE!
Every day I mutter and grumble at the air conditioner in my office. I mean, it's a Fedders- THE brand name, right alongside Carrir, right? Works like it was made at Wang Ho's friendly appliance factory in downtown Shanghai, and like Wang Ho himself is standing behind it with a hand fan, trying to force air through the damn thing. My other airconditioner, a genuine CheapoChink brand, works great.
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