My coworker hooked me up with the best Al Pastor tacos I have ever had.
1 down, 3 to go.
These are my tacos. There are many that look like them but these are mine.
Without me, my tacos are nothing.
Without my tacos, I am nothing.
In church yesterday, guy behind me was ad libbing during the sermon and prayers. First time I’ve ever heard someone respond to the Pastor with “Pew pew pew.”