the verdict

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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