I can’t sleep. It’s the Saturday syndrome.
I want cheese from Paris stuffed with truffles, Bresola, prosciutto, baguette bread. My mom smuggled all of this home with her in her check in luggage, along with two desperados. It’s a European drink (mostly French), and it’s a bottle mixed with tequila and beer. You can buy it at any liquor store like a four loko but better. Whatever they put in it makes it taste good. However, I can only imagine how disgusting it must be for your body.

I also want Josh on a platter.
Goodnight.