![]() ![]() “Yeah, and I don’t want to see it,” I sighed. A homeless guy across the way yelled out to me, “Hey, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” More surprising was that nobody around me seemed to care. This scene went on for a good three minutes, as the black lady wobbled her ass in front of us like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs before she finally got her pants back up. And she was fat: her butt was larger than my chest. ![]() I had gone to the premiere of The Red Pill in North Hollywood two years ago and was returning home on the Red Line at two in the morning when a morbidly obese black woman waddled on the train with her ass literally hanging out, too big for her green sweatpants. One bizarre incident from that trip sticks out. ![]() However, as I made my way through Tacos’ book, a better idea slowly materialized, my patience rewarded like a sex tourist waiting for a hotter go-go dancer to walk down the line.ĭelicious Tacos hails from Los Angeles, a city I’ve only visited once but has left an indelible mark on my mind. Lord knows I have plenty of lunatic stories about crazy exes that would be a great way to frame this review. It seemed dead obvious when I began writing this article, a double feature on two books about sleeping with women, that I should talk about one of my past relationships. ![]()
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