I think, while rightly being aghast at the âMexicanized dishes and pepper saucesâ we are overlooking the fact that âpatent medicines and soothing syrupsâ which are clearly opiates, are only step #2 and are only slightly worse than pickles and pork.
Also that caffeine and cocaine are apparently less dangerous than ginger ale.
As a Mexican having grown up on blatantly Mexicanized dishes and pepper sauces; and currently at a bar, I can confirm the seemingly inevitable drunkards grave in my future.
Mothers of River City, heed that warning before it’s too late.
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption.
The minute your son leaves the house does he re-buckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorise jokes from Cap’n Billy’s Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation.
Words like, like “swell”?
And âso’s your old manâ?
Uh, what’s that last one there, “Playing a girl in GTA 6”? We’re watching “The Alienist” so that particular one sounds a bit odd…
Every now and then I think I’ve heard every ridiculous bigoted take from the past, but “Mexicanized dishes” hit me like a brick.
Imagine finding a gentle lady only to learn she consumes peppered sauces, Mexicanized dishes, and copious amounts of rich pastries!
I think, while rightly being aghast at the âMexicanized dishes and pepper saucesâ we are overlooking the fact that âpatent medicines and soothing syrupsâ which are clearly opiates, are only step #2 and are only slightly worse than pickles and pork.
Also that caffeine and cocaine are apparently less dangerous than ginger ale.
Whatâs the first word theyâre doing between meals? Piecing? Diceing? Being Mexican?
I thought that one step said âtea coffee and cockâ and was confused for a moment.
I must be hammered. Iâm missing steps, falling up and down this staircase
If eating tacos is a crime, then call me Sancho Panza and put me in a Supermax. That serves tacos.
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*Mexicanized dishes and pepper sauces.* Fuck you 1920’s bigots!
As a Mexican having grown up on blatantly Mexicanized dishes and pepper sauces; and currently at a bar, I can confirm the seemingly inevitable drunkards grave in my future.
I love the connections. Eat a taco, chew some dice, die
they missed “rebuckling his knickerbockers below the knee”
My blind ass canât tell whatâs happening between meals. Dieing? Piecing?
Tea, coffee, AND cocaine? Damn she really must be the GTA VI babe with that kinda cupboard.
Mothers of River City, heed that warning before it’s too late.
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption.
The minute your son leaves the house does he re-buckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorise jokes from Cap’n Billy’s Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation.
Words like, like “swell”?
And âso’s your old manâ?
Pork! PICKLES! My God will the depravity ever END??
The gta joke is the least funny part of this meme
“Mexicanized dishes”?
Tf is tea doing on that staircase
Huh? I donât get it
No son of mine will eat pickles, otherwise heâll become a raging alcoholic!
Ginger ale and pickles? That’s what paves the road to alcoholism?
Just stay at old timey patent medicines and soothing syrups, and you can die a junkie of like sixteen different hard drugs.
As a male, I play a female character in every game that will let me.
Soothing syrups at the time could have opioids among other wild ingredients, so avoiding them actually makes some sense. The rest is… interesting.
Rich pasries?
So, apparently, this is the worst thing to happen to humanity since Kissinger.
I’ve always loved this picture.
Step 2 “Patent medicines and soothing elixirs”
Opium, cocaine, and high proof alcohol are gateway drugs to Mexican food, kids. Remember that!
My new favorite word: Mexicanized. Iâm headed into the kitchen to Mexicanize the salad.