So, my dad died, and I’m not one to give parenting advice, but he wasn’t stellar.
I wanted a free churro, because of course that’s how I deal: psychoanalysis was a good investment, mum, for sure.
My best friend and I scouted this tiny city in this county for a Mexican restaurant, which was very hard to find - because people have a peculiar thing about having funerals not in the place a person lived their entire life but the panoramic gaelic shithole they were born in -, but we finally managed and I got my free churro.
I don’t think it was because of our detailed Bojack related explanation, but because mostly because we’re two good looking young girls. The asking of digits kind of gave that away.
Now: was it me, my ambivalent grief, my need to never reach 7 stone, my impulse to be a contrarian always, or churros are actually terrible?
A bite tastes like all the fat in the world has been condensed, covered in a layer of old fat and bathed in sugar, giving your needed caloric intake for a week and a half.
Churros suck and everything is worse now.
honestly, im of the opinion that churros suck ass, they taste horrible and are insanely overrated by seemingly everyone. that said, given the fact that your main complaints were about the fat and calories, you might be onto something with the comment about staying under 7 stone