i am fantasizing about this grilled turkey ortega jack cheese melt sandwich on sourdough that i had on monday. fucking amazing. i want to go get one right now. but instead, all i have are strawberries.
and i accidentally was emailing inapropriately with a 17 year old. but i didnt know that at the time. does this mean i still have front row seats on the train to hell?
2 for the 369 Crew:
yes. gimme a 99 dead animals wrap and a huge glass of nasty ass milk.
my man q is all about that sandwich tho. you are a hit with the second grade palate.
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