Imagine the droppy, floppy breast of an old crone; the blotch mared pasty sacks of skin holding some scant memories of life. It is how that long craved Burrito Supreme looked like at the only Taco Bell in town. I've been hungry for a Burrito for ages (don't smirk or frown, you'd be too if you were so long deprived of familiar tastes as I have.) My new friend Mary, a wife of a US serviceman took me to Yongsan US Army Base, the home of the only Taco Bell in Seoul. To say that I was dissappointed would not begin to describe my feelings. The meal was saved by a small pot of Sour Cream. Oh the bliss! What small things can make us happy in times of depravity! ;o)
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Haha hi V this made me laugh, here I am in India getting mighty sick of rice, dal and chapati so the other day I slinked, head down, into Pizza Hut.
Lucky for me the pizza was just as crap as it is back home... ahh fond memories (not mamories as in your desription :)
dazzler
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