on eating, pt 2

Yesterday, Alyssa and I were in Cafe Bolivar, a nice Brazilian place two blocks from where we attended middle school. She tried to feed me soup and it was so hot that I spat it everywhere. I then pretended to make out with the soup and spat it everywhere again. At one point, Alyssa spat soup as well.

THIS IS DEFINITELY WHY WE ARE SINGLE

THIS IS ALSO DEFINITELY WHY WE SHOULDN'T EAT IN PUBLIC