I went to Scott’s and accidentally mentioned I was hungry. He “whipped up” some “leftovers”:
omg. The pork was so tender. I was jizzing myself while eating. It was quite the mess.
Scott put love in that food and it tasted SO.GOOD.
You want a good hug? You go to Scott. He shan’t let you down.
Then we watched Chopped and joked about possible mystery ingredients. Some examples:
1) Garbage
2) Lampshade
3) Babies
4) Dead bodies
I was born this way, baby.
Literally, you want me to fall in love with you, cook me a meal like you mean it. Don’t buy me shit. Well. You can. But you spend time on a meal and you work hard to make me feel good, that means a lot.
Thanks, Scott.
I’ma miss you somethin’ fierce.
“Je ne veux pas mourir toute seule.”
~”Bloody Mary” by Lady Gaga
It’s always love.
JAMES.
Written by JimmyMarv
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