We need spies

The flying burrito has a help wanted sign in its window. I could infiltrate their stronghold and steal the secret to their voodoo burrito magic.

But the employment scene just isn't me.

I had the pleasure of a beef quesadilla last week and it was pretty damn good. Maybe just good enough to take a job in food service for a couple months. Not good enough for me to take a food service job in Ames, though. Fuck Ames.

Speaking of Ames. Does anyone recognize this place?
Look closer . . .

Closer . . .

Not my doing--I swear.