AND ANOTHER THING

Today, I witnessed a slim, attractive blonde kiss her boyfriend full on the lips and say coquettishly “Sorry I taste like salad.”

That’s right. Salad.

It made me want to aggressively lick the nearest person’s face and say “SORRY I TASTE LIKE THE FOUR KINDS OF FUNGUS AND FIVE KINDS OF CHEESE IN YOTAM OTTOLENGHI’S MUSHROOM LASAGNE EXCEPT FOR THAT I’M NOT SORRY!”

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