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.by