My roommate chooses the best possible time to make the worst possible food—nachos. I love nachos. But it’s a million fucking degrees outside. And why do they have to be so good?
See, J? That’s why we can never work. It’s not because you’re straight and I’m gay; it’s that your timing’s off.
And in the long run, timing’s just way more important than size anything else.
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outofthecavern said:
Omg I feel ya, no one can resist nachos!!
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