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me:mmmm....del taco.
jon:mmmm....bananas foster
me:what?! who made you bananas foster?! you have to set that shit on fire!
jon:yup. mike prepared it.
me:fuck, tell him i am pissed off at him because a) he did not give dustin hoffman my phone number when he hung out with AND cooked for him and b) he actually made bananas foster without me.
jon:he only chuckled.
me:whatever, i have a gourmet quesadilla.
jon:from del taco?!?!
me:these are prime quesadillas. a tortilla, a little cheese, a little grease. gourmet as fuck.
jon:lmfao!
me:so fuck your bananas foster.
jon:fuck you.
me:fuck mike.
jon:no.
me:i have a pimple on my forehead and it's giving me a headache.
∞04:16 am: thewynandpapers
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