I Don’t Care If They’re Dead As Long As They Ain’t Too Cold.

Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here wondering why the hell they kept eating the food.

Stop! Rewind. On Sunday morning my boyfriend Joe

Boyfriend? Yes boyfriend! Oops!

and his brothers went to eat breakfast at some place I really need to get the name of so I will never go there. Anyway, they went to this place and eat what they ordered even though the the food had had a funny taste. While they were finishing up a couple at the next table told their waiter that the food had a weird taste and that’s when Joe proceeded to puke all over the floor while his brothers followed his lead.

*Goodbye Customers!*

Apparently one of the staff members cleaned the grill with some kind of product the night before and forgot to wash it off and everyone’s food had been contaminated.

Joe and his brothers were rushed to the hospital but when the cops asked the owner of the restaurant what the product was he refused to tell them.

What a fucking asshole!

Like a good little girlfriend I’ve been by Joe’s side every since. (ew!)

All of my boyfriend’s pain has not stopped me from teasing him about the his brother projectile vomiting in his face.

I suck at being a girlfriend.