I donāt know what exactly changed that is making me run into all these irl scenarios but yāall will love this.
I go for discounted taco Tuesday, and I order 5 tacos. Then I ordered another 5 tacos. After 10 I was feeling kinda full, I had a protein shake a couple hours earlier too, and thought you know what? 10 is a perfectly fine amount.
I tell my waiter that Iāll get the check and he looks at me and chuckles you want 5 more? I say Iām good, but then he FOLLOWS UP and goes āare you sureā?
So like at that point heās basically challenging me so I say yes. But then this dude goes, āyou know I can probably get you an extra one too, lemme see what I can doā
EXCUSE ME? Bro is egging me on to crush another 5 (meaning 15 tacos) and heās asking to throw an extra on top? (16!)
So anyway, I get the next 6 tacos and pound those down too. I was starting to struggle a bit so I had to undo my fucking belt at the table. Once I did that it didnāt hurt as bad so I was able to clear them all out.
Then he comes back and asks how Iām doing and jokes AGAIN about another 5? At this point Iām literally about to explode so I just tell him I canāt fit anymore in. And then he goes āyeah 16 tacos is so many tacosā. So like you KNEW what you were doing dude.
Also forgot to do up my belt when I left so that was hanging out and embarrassed me too whoops. But otherwise I did manage to finish all of them.
Now Iām kinda nervous to go back. What if they think itās some kinda game to see how much food they can get me to order before I tap out. Theyād be getting a lot of food business and tips and meanwhile Iām just blowing the fuck unable to stop.
Fuck my gut is so full after all that, Iām just beached with my gut out on the couch rubbing and groaning over my fat gut rn. Feels so good to undo my belt and jeans and let it fucking surge out in my lap. Iām still packed to the brim but at least itās comfortable to let out big fat gut out š®āšØ
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