Disco Tex…hehe nice touch.

This doesn’t make any sense.

As a man that has a respect for armadillos these guys creep me out.

The area was a lot less green when I went. Im jealous.

Yeah I was trying to make a cheeky joke.

I do cold brew so I get everything done the night before.

I forgot Mike Johnson existed after the last Ukraine aid package passed.

Swords are kind of crap now compared to the Renaissance. These days they come out of malls to be put on walls.

First album, “Alpacas of the World Unite”.

Miquitztli! Death in Nahuatl, I don’t know the Mixtec word. The red pigment is amazing.

At this point coffee in me is like oil in a car.

If the paint was so well preserved on the coatl statue I’d be losing my mind right now. Another lie of cigarettes.

I would clap because I basically never leave my house and I hate dogs.

John Brown should be a cardinal direction in every American’s moral compass.

No, that’s cringe. Also having British iconography in an American election is repugnant.

A painting of a 100 dollar bill.

Gremlins, I want a 3 season horror thriller where people are terrified of being ripped apart by rubbery Muppets.

He has that look of, “Hey you’re still alive. Time to fix that”.

The kid in the yellow striped shirt creeps me out.

Without access to large livestock the inhabitants of Lake Texcoco needed a source of fertilizer. The only available option at scale was night soil (human dung). This led to a contender for the worst job in history, dung collector. Dung was collected at designated sites (public toilets) and transported via canoe to either farms or at large dumping (pun not intended) sites to be purchased at market.