The only part I care about is coffee goes in, I get buzzed, I crash, I need more coffee.
So... when I skewer all my sushi on one chopstick and eat it like corn on the cobb... that's alright isn't it?
So... how is eating my fist equivalent to one cup of rice again?
And burritos make you feel like you're going to give birth to a baby made of cheese and beans.
When you're forever alone, you don't have to share! Win!
Being a cog in the machine doesn't look so bad anymore.
Next time you go to a fancy restaurant take charge and signal for your own damn water. Take that maître d'!