Have you ever had that one time when you were playing around on the schoolyard playground and that one little dickweed, Nick Cuscos was messing with you, but like in a totally unfriendly jerkwad, borderline bully way way so you "accidentally" bit him on that pudgy fucking arm of his but long enough you kind of got a taste? He backed off like a wee-bitch but at the same time you regret not biting down a little bit longer because you started to think of flavor pairings for some reason. He didn’t tell on you because it would of got his ass busted but that like didn’t even matter to you that Tuesday in April, all that you could think about was maybe that mushroom sauce your Mom cooked chicken in or maybe something simpler like ketchup because you don’t need to be fancy-schmancy or anything like that. Lying awake at night, in a cold sweat until you decided to egg him on at field day (ooh maybe he’d go good with deviled eggs) and see if you could get another bite in, but totally a longer one this time because that 5th grade porkpie might finally be the ticket to FlavorTown you’d been hoping for?
