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I also found a can of huitlacoche from Goya. They, too, have downplayed the visuals by hiding it in a mild-mannered burrito. I went ahead and made a new can label for the gang back at Cuitlacoche Central. As always, this is a free service. Well, that brings us to the end of a long overdue Steve, Don't Eat It! And now I have a belly full of house diseased corn. Maybe I should go see a doctor about a penicillin shot. For your mom. (YES! In your face! Oh man...) All Steve, Don't Eat house Its can be found here. The Sneeze Home | Archive | Store | Contact Posted by Steven at 08:03 AM Steve, Don't Eat It! Vol. 8 Prison Wine I'm simply not cut out for jail. Where I really shine is watching Tivo on a couch. As soon as you need me to survive a sharpened-spoon attack, (or even a regular spoon attack)-- I'm just not your guy.
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