My mom and stepdad are out at this amazing Italian place that makes the greatest seafood creation known to man, and they promised they’d bring me some home.
I suck at Italian, so I don’t know the name off hand, but it’s basically linguine in a spicy tomato sauce with mussels, clams, calamari and baby octopus. I die a little when I eat it. In a good way.
But, they have been there for like two hours.
WHERE. IS. MY. SEAFOOD.
I’M DYING OF STARVATION OVER HERE.
I JUST WANT MY FOOD GDI
Thank you, Kid, for the appropriate emotion rn.
I am this close to calling my mom and being like MAAAAAAAHHHHHMMM. MAAAAAAHHHHHHHHM WHERE IS MY FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!? I’M DYYYYYYIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG.
Yes, I’m 21 and not 10 years old, but no one will ever stop me from doing that.