Most Realest Talk*
me: i was in florida for a hot minute. making sign of cross, god bless me.
p: Oof. My condolences.
me: yeah. i was young. it's ok we all make mistakes.
p: Yeah, and you learned your lesson.
me: yeah 1) you will never have a decent burrito in the east coast and 2) west side is the best side
p: Dude, the east coast burrito game is a cruel joke.
me: yeah you know when i think about it, it makes me almost cry. like... all they know is chipotle or chilis or whatever. and burrito joints are like... sad.
p: The hotshit place my senior year of high school was this joint called Tacos or What.
me: HAHAHAHAHA
p: It was a fuckin' tool shed, straight up. A tool shed that they slapped a kitchen on, run by these goddamn CT hippies.
me: stop STOP telling me this! i am going to have nightmares!
p: We were nuts about that place! Went there for lunch every week. We got 'em to cater our fuckin' post-prom!
me: i just had the bombest burrito for lunch today, and i poured out a little tapatio sauce for the homies around the way who cant get a decent burrito. so was it good? i think i tried to come up with a list of very sad things to make myself feel better one time*
p: I thought so at the time, but not really, no. Not a real burrito.
me: and i think the top of the list was bad mexican food*
p: I came out here, and I was once was blind, but now I see.
me: hollerluiah
p: Real talk. But the pizza game out here is super-weak, so it balances out.
me: True. But it doesnt hurt me so much, because I can only eat pizza once in awhile. Heartbooourns
p: Hahahaha, boooooourns!
me: :( don't laugh at the pizza disabled
p: I was laughing at the Simpsons reference.
me: Whatever. I'm breaking up with you.
p: Fine, whatever. By the way, I faked every orgasm.
me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Oh by the way? I cheated on you TWICE Waitaminnit
p: Left and right?
me: AHAHAHAHAHAH HAHHAHA NICE ONE
p: BAM!
me: DUNZO
p: Don't start none, won't be none.
p: Oof. My condolences.
me: yeah. i was young. it's ok we all make mistakes.
p: Yeah, and you learned your lesson.
me: yeah 1) you will never have a decent burrito in the east coast and 2) west side is the best side
p: Dude, the east coast burrito game is a cruel joke.
me: yeah you know when i think about it, it makes me almost cry. like... all they know is chipotle or chilis or whatever. and burrito joints are like... sad.
p: The hotshit place my senior year of high school was this joint called Tacos or What.
me: HAHAHAHAHA
p: It was a fuckin' tool shed, straight up. A tool shed that they slapped a kitchen on, run by these goddamn CT hippies.
me: stop STOP telling me this! i am going to have nightmares!
p: We were nuts about that place! Went there for lunch every week. We got 'em to cater our fuckin' post-prom!
me: i just had the bombest burrito for lunch today, and i poured out a little tapatio sauce for the homies around the way who cant get a decent burrito. so was it good? i think i tried to come up with a list of very sad things to make myself feel better one time*
p: I thought so at the time, but not really, no. Not a real burrito.
me: and i think the top of the list was bad mexican food*
p: I came out here, and I was once was blind, but now I see.
me: hollerluiah
p: Real talk. But the pizza game out here is super-weak, so it balances out.
me: True. But it doesnt hurt me so much, because I can only eat pizza once in awhile. Heartbooourns
p: Hahahaha, boooooourns!
me: :( don't laugh at the pizza disabled
p: I was laughing at the Simpsons reference.
me: Whatever. I'm breaking up with you.
p: Fine, whatever. By the way, I faked every orgasm.
me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Oh by the way? I cheated on you TWICE Waitaminnit
p: Left and right?
me: AHAHAHAHAHAH HAHHAHA NICE ONE
p: BAM!
me: DUNZO
p: Don't start none, won't be none.