Originally Posted by
PomonaCA
So tonight I let it loose and brought home a 40 oz of King Cobra. I'm no beer snob and I'm also no food snob. My neighbor brought me over some tacos that her husband cooked on the BBQ. To be honest, I love BBQ and I love tacos.... especially asada ones but here they are, off-gassing in front of me and yet I crave pizza. I feel like I'm betraying my birth by admitting that, but it's the truth. I want some god damn pizza but I can't bring myself to order dominos and then my neighbor knows I didn't eat their tacos and I've been drinking so I can't drive to little caesars.
Catch-22. I have a hard life.