Damn you gas station burritos! Damn you, you terrible wonderful tubes of beany and cheesy wickedness! I curse you! I spit on you! God, I love you!
Oh my poor little stomach, I have abused you for far too long.
Oh my poor little stomach, I have abused you for far too long.
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lemme drip with sarcasm real quick. my favorite Chrissy was the time my brother's dad, in his drunken stupor, told me in front of his drunken frinds that there is no Santa. Yeah, I was nine and should have it figured out by then, but what a fucker. my mom left him that night and i recall eating at Denny's. since then it's been a lovely ime of the year had by all.
ok, now i can face the day.