03-17-2014, 03:17 AM
Granted, I cook...all that weird Southern Cone stuff which despite what northerners might think resembles little to Mexican cooking, so it's nothing you've ever tasted before, which makes you paranoid, insecure, unwilling to try new strange things, which leads you to acusse me of trying to poison you, which leads you to murder me, a crime for which you get caught and imprisoned, only to find out I wasn't really trying to poison you and the guilt consumes you each and everyday until you die in jail at 102 years old.
I wish I could be proactive
I wish I could be proactive