Monday, April 17, 2017
We met in line while waiting at Willy's for Poutine. You: Donair, and me: Bacon poutine. I showed you mine, you showed me yours. The Penguins won. I got freaked out because my d-bag boyfriend was nearby. He literally showed me during the cab ride home why I should have stayed and talked to you the rest of the night. FUCK! Too late at that point though. Hopefully you see this. —Bacon poutine
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