Picked up this beautiful lady at her place, and she was keen on doing a steakhouse thing together.
We hit it off really well and I was excited to be with such a vibrant, adventerous woman.
After a couple of drinks we decided to head over to Outback and I unlocked and opened her door. She scoffed under her breath, and as she halfheartedly intended, I heard it.
Oddly, to me, she didn't reach over and unlock my door from her side. Ummm....
Fuck that bitch! We made friendly small talk as I got ready to drop the tranny (pundit) into drive and then I abruptly told this bitch to get thee fuck out my truck. I made it plain enough that there would not be any questions or discussion - abrupt and frank as I was.
Later, I met a nice girl after dinner in the lounge, as sus as one might find, meeting chicks in that sort of randomized scenario, yet often the most truthful.
Yah, no need to say more about people being truthful with each other so there's no crooked roads ahead.
I'll say more after breakfast, but I sense we're cooking it together here at her place, from what I've gathered so far - awesome! A night sleeping next to and holding another human being and fighting over spatulas in the morning!
Apparently, #Marikina has their own take on luncheon meat, they call "Everlasting," which I never heard of before.
If folktales are to be believed, they last "forever," or until they're finally consumed, 😅 without the need for refrigeration. Also said to be a popular dish during community feasts.
The folks who gave it to me, described them as similar to embutido, but the mouth feel is closer to home-made luncheon meat.