Enchiladas of doom…

I got food poisoning from this Mexican place called El Coyote. I haven’t been that sick in a long time. I think if you get food poisoning from a place you should be allowed to kick who ever you want from there in the balls. That would be the ultimate deterrent to having a messy kitchen, the constant fear that the doors could slam open followed by a jump kick to the candied yams.
JU