Single handedly leading the Tex-Mex revolution in the South Pacific. I'm laying the ground work for a salsa empire to rival the vastness of the British, the ingenuity of the Incan, the wealth of the Roman and the shininess of the Trump. I am building a golden fortress one brick of velveeta at a time and one day it will rain rotel tomatoes. The leaves will be tostadas and the volcanoes will spew refried beans. Clouds of sour cream will weep shredded lettuce and the cows will be fed nothing but lime juice and cilantro. Not to mention the flan.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
The president of Old El Paso in an abandoned warehouse.
