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I met a couple of my friends in Pueblo for the Chili Festival a few weeks ago. It was fuckin' cool. I can't guess how many hundreds of pounds of chilis they must have roasted-- the smell was unbelievable. I got a bushel of mild Big Jims, and a half-bushel of hot Pueblo chilis-- now all individually wrapped and frozen. Enough to last the whole year. Win!



























I really, really wanted to buy a luchador mask, but they only had children's sizes. Bastards! Couldn't even find a sombrero big enough for my melon. Bummer.