You are a person.
You are a person highly ambivalent about your snack dip. One
might even say you have a love-hate relationship with salsa in particular. You
love the tart, spicy, slightly smoky flavor in every bite. You hate it when a
dollop splats down the front of your new white French-cuff shirt. As people begin
to distance themselves from you—as in, who invited her to the party, anyway?—you
find yourself unexpectedly pondering the mysterious world of salsa, the people
involved in its production, the intrigue, the drama, the crushing heart break .
. .
| Salsa-Fest's just around the corner (see next post) |
It’s now time to explore Salsa’s
Me, Home of Duane’s pretty good Smokehouse Salsa . . . but for god’s sakes,
go change your shirt first.
Editor’s Note: All posts are reviewed periodically for accuracy. Unfortunately, due to hacking activity, we cannot guarantee that information has not been altered, deleted, fabricated, corrupted, or just plain messed with in any way. Please keep that in mind. We currently have several leads on the neighborhood #@!!*#! responsible for messing with our polls and have every confidence that we are close to breaking the case. Thank you.
Upcoming Posts
Expect to learn much more about salsa in the posts ahead. A brief preview of highlights: (1) Duane pulls a Putin, even without the horse; (2) unrolls an expanded product line, admits most is unavailable to the public; (3) visits Canada, offends an entire nation; (4) confronts allegations his posts are not 100% accurate, threatens to sue; (5) is ousted as owner in a Board coup d’e tat, threatens to sue again; (6) Ed gives back, calls BINGO; (7) Absinthe and Cliff get hitched, cause controversy with salsa choices at reception; (8) Freida recants literary analysis, admits credentials not in order; (9) George and Karl reconcile, their relationship now stronger than ever.
And this is only the beginning . . .
Visit again soon.

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