lol

all NYC burrito conversations start like this

"BRO! You're going to the wrong spots, you gotta go to ____, _____, ____"

Then I go to those places and end up wearing the Debbie Downer face for the rest of the evening. like: http://gph.is/2efnH3H



Hey, baby listen, it's not you, it's me. I just need some time to figure myself out you know? First we fell in love hard but then I realized that I like my food a certain way and...yes, I know you can do italian really well, and no one tops your mofongo, but I got certain needs baby and they just aint being met. I need to do me"