Listen to this stupid clown talk.
not for this guy. You want authentic American food? Leave your house at 8pm, Google “restaurant”, find a small diner.
Go in, order breakfast, two eggs, sausage patties, a southern biscuit, gravy, and get a pancake while you’re there.
You’ll leave feeling like someone hugged you and everything will be ok, and all you wanted to do was eat breakfast.
Are you crying?
Hug it out, man. Come here. It’s ok.
My money, my time.
Not your controllin, bitch-ass, that’s for damn sure.