How often does the management have to say that you should not hog the buffet line on Taco Tuesday at Pub and Grub, located on the first floor of the Bunkhouse.  While it is true that there is no limit, there is a strict rule that after your first five, you can only return to the bar to claim two more at a time.  This is, of course, because Jorge and Manuelito can only make them so fast, and we have a lot of mouths to feed. Therefore, when you have had a fucking keg of beer practically to yourself and it's not even 2PM, you do not want to get caught piling two dozen tacos on a tray that you stole from the kitchen and bring them to your table for the world to see.  This gets you a ticket straight into the Hoosegow.  On top of it, brandishing a gun to warn off the help when they come to take you away is foolhardy, especially when everyone knows its a licorice one you bought at Hit and Split, located off the lobby.  And when you get to your cell, your fellow incarceree says he doesn't like licorice, he means it. 

Lucky you, you have a clingy sweetheart who'll be waiting for you on the outside.  There is no bail at the Hoosegow; he'll have to camp out until next Tuesday. And all you have to worry about is when he asks you why your pucker hole tastes like licorice.