2 girls 1 plate

My man comes into work a bit under form. Cocktail flu or some shit. He gets some take out Mexican from up the block. He peels back the foil, takes a bite, looks at it and tells me:

“Dude. Two girls, one plate.”

I’m not sure he was ever able to finish it.

Update: I can now confirm that he was not able to finish said plate after realizing he was starring in his own scat fetish film.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

3 thoughts on “2 girls 1 plate

  1. Put down the fuckin’ fork, bro. Saddle soap is only going to make it worse. Not to mention, it will fuck up your ‘spensive fixed gear jeans on both sides of the seam.