EXPLAIN PLEASE.

[xp_wildchild]

Can someone NOT RAMSEY explain to my why he keeps air-dropping this to my phone

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[xp_forge]

I spent a lot of summers in my teens on the rez with my uncle. Whenever he'd piss me off too bad or I'd actually swallow some of his bullshit and smile enough we'd go to that shitty-ass food court and have shitty-ass American food like God intended.

Few things funnier than a Cheyenne medicine man trying to choke down the World's Worst Cinnabon and smile about it.

[xp_wildchild]

I just can't figure out how that place is still around, or at least was still there before Maya moved here b/c she's just as "WHY. WHY GOD WHY." about that damn cinnabon. HOW.

you shoulda made him eat the terrible pizza too.

[xp_forge]

Confession time.

I liked that terrible pizza. Get enough dead animal on it and it was palatable.

There, I said it.

[xp_wildchild]

I'm banned from that pizza. The last time I had it I stink bombed the car so bad that it took like 3 hours of airing it out before the smell came out enough to not make me gag.

[xp_forge]

It was expressed to me many times over my childhood that chemical weapons, even the fun prank kind, are Not For Me. But hey, I was a kid who had no sense of proportion. And Mom was still pissed about the Lightsaber Incident.

Now I'm adult who's heard of proportion but am not sure I want anything to do with it.

Still, I like the way you think.

[xp_wildchild]

oh no dude I mean those stink bombs were from ME like my body failing to digest that pizza

[xp_forge]

Well, now I feel sheepish.

Thanks, man.

But yeah, that pizza was narsty on the ol' guts. I tried to save mine for Naze's truck on the ride home. He learned quick to drive with the windows cracked, no matter time of year.