*NOTE: I wrote this on a napkin a few months ago. Seemed topical.
I can feel snot rolling down my nose. So I wipe it with my sleeve, give a hearty snort and pick up my third taco of the night. I bite into it, and its steak. I ordered 6 beef tacos and so far I've ate 3 steak tacos. Incompetence pisses me off. I run a scenario in my head in which I pretend to be allergic to steak and cause a scene. I imagine myself collapsing on the tile floor of the restaurant. I choke and scratch violently at my throat. I roll around frantically, my eyes bulging and desperate, I'm coughing and wheezing. I'll scream the most awful screams. Then I realize steak and beef are both made from cow. I'm drunk and stupid. My girlfriend sits across from me, eyes glazed and drooping. She is grinning as she watches me gorge. I can almost see tangible love oozing out or her pores. It freaks me out a little, but I don't mind.We have tacos and more tequila. And there is still sex to be had. Thats comforting Love is comforting. People like comfort. Thats why they buy snuggies.
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