"I'm gonna eat your **** I declared.
Afterward I asked her why she called her macaroni and chili dish, ****
She said she didn't want anyone to have high expectations of her cooking abilities.
Later that week she invited me up for a pile of steaming crap.
Which turned out to be braised chicken in a garlic sauce.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
"I'm gonna eat your **** I declared.
Afterward I asked her why she called her macaroni and chili dish, ****
She said she didn't want anyone to have high expectations of her cooking abilities.
Later that week she invited me up for a pile of steaming crap.
Which turned out to be braised chicken in a garlic sauce.
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