A little background information for the story. So my friend, we'll call him JC, tends to call me a fat-ass every single time we hang out no matter what. Whether its motivation or just out of amusement it happens. Every single time I'm the subject of joking at the dinner table. This time I try to turn the tides. It went like this....
Me: Hey JC, there's 5 more burgers on the grill if you want to stuff them down your throat fat ass
JC: (As he finishes the bite of his first burger) You can't even afford to eat a burger so why don't you get a veggie burger
Me: You would be the only person to eat a veggie burger
JC: No I wouldn't, you can even ask my mom
Me: Mrs. JC, has JC ever had a veggie burger?
Mrs JC: No I don't think he would like those and I've never had one. He takes after me because I like the meats.
I'll let you just imagine the reaction I had to that oblivious statement from his mom. At least it is confirmed that even though I might weigh a little more than my friend, both his mother and he are equally passionate about their meats.
Peace. Love. Prom Queens.
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