“I’m lactose intolerant.”
Her face morphs into confusion at my sudden change in subject. “What?”
“Dairy.” I take another bite of my steak. “It fucks me right up. Sometimes I take a pill beforehand and sometimes I just raw-dog it and deal with the consequences.”
“Did you just say you raw-dog it when referring to your dairy intake?”
Page two and I’m dead.
— May 20, 2025 09:28AM
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