eating a certain donut sandwich... i could not quite figure out whether it's good or not... it did look quite delish in pics...
i subjected it to a test: 'will i order this again?'
the answer was 'no.'
i told my sister, 'whiskey pete's...'
(yup, the casino in nevada...
that's our way of saying something is not our type...
from the street language
wiz = no, none
ki = ko = me, mine
plus our own
pete ~ type)
my sister went: 'me, too... whiskey pete's...'
settled... \m/
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