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.
Looks like someone already ate it for you…
Mexican will never be the same again. We should bomb the shit out of Brazil.
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.