I see the dilemma here. On the one hand, it’s a very important moment in his relationship with his son. On the other hand, tacos.
What dilemma? Enjoy a very important with your family AND eat tacos! Win fucking win.
“Dad, I don’t know how to say this, but…I’m gay”
“We know. Now, would you like some tacos?”
“What?”
“Sigh, I guess I’m eating all the tacos.”
“I told you, I’m gay.”
“And I’m hungry. If you don’t act now, I’m going to eat them all.”
“Oh, does that mean you can’t eat tacos?”
Oh I read that totally different.
“Hey dad here’s a party box of tacos also I’m gay as fuck”
“Word, these supreme though?”
He made a rookie mistake by mixing up the gay meals, 12 tacos are for the lesbian daughter, 12 hotdogs are for the gay son.
And nine, nine combos were gifted to the race of pansexuals, who, above all else, desire power.
Where’s my garlic bread? I might just have to pillage Denmark!
I’d accept anything if presented with 12 tacos. Just putting it out there in case anybody wants to break some news to me.
