On Saturday, Emily and I did the dishes four times that day.
We also took out the trash four times.
Laundry is also never-ending. As soon as we fold up and put away a clean batch of clothes, there’s another batch that needs to be washed. The piles are meshing together. It’s only a matter of time until I put on a dirty pair of boxers by mistake.
Dishes. Trash. Laundry. All day, everyday.
I love Del Taco.
Apparently, this fast food chain only resides in certain states. It’s the better version of Taco Bell.
As much as I love this place, I do encounter a problem with it from time to time. I see the menu and there’s so many damn options.
I imagine a hot chick has a similar problem: she has so many suitors that she ends up staying single. I don’t know what to order sometimes, and it bugs the…
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