"Mexicans may be More Stupid than Negars a Los Angeles Study Shows."
Every single time I pull up to El Pollo Loco for a picante pollo fiesta, the illegal working the drive-thru manages to botch my order. Whether they forgot the side of rice, the side of beans, or the accompanying tortillas, I know I'm going to get fucked over like clockwork. The only way to circumvent such a miscue is by muttering Mohican in this ristorante, to which the last remnants of said tribe kindly gather. Well today they justified the annexation of their lands when they forgot to include the CHICKEN in my meal. As I return from the heart of the favela of my dismay, I open up my bag and I am completely bewildered by the sight of a meal comprised of a small salad and vegetables. Yes, I'm on another drastic health binge after sifting through my King Kong Bundy esque HCIII photos. Needless to say, flame grilled chicken is at the heart of the agenda. Fucking manchas mojadas didn't even bother to hand me a receipt, so venturing back in to Mexican Mumbai would be all for naught.