Psst. 100 Hour Board.
Y'all got any of thems...
Once upon a time when I was a freshman after a long day of school I went grocery shopping. School had been rough (it be like that some times). So I decided to treat myself with a delicious Jarritos soda. I purchased my groceries and went out to the car. I set my Jarritos on the back of car, loaded the groceries, and then I closed the trunk.
I closed the trunk and then everything went wrong. I watched in slow motion as my bottle of Jarritos tumbled end over end and shattered on the pavement. I screamed "My Jarritos!" in distress. It was so sad. Sometimes I still think about that Jarritos.
That was 6 years ago. Tragic.
Dear Double C,
I lived in South Carolina for a year after graduating from BYU. There was no Cafe Rio within 350 miles.
-guppy of doom
Last week I was going through a really tough time. I have an unhealthy relationship with sugar so I sought out one of my comfort foods. Peachie-Os! Alas, I went to three separate stores trying to find them. I left empty-handed each time... I almost cried.
Like Tipperary, I also lost something dear to me and my stomach. Carl and I went to his work Christmas party four years ago. I got a REALLY good burger with pineapple on it. It was one of the best burgers of all time. Carl agreed since I let him have a bite. I got a to-go box so I could finish my burger and fries later. I FORGOT MY FRICKEN TO GO BOX ON THE TABLE. I've never forgotten this woeful tale, and I never will.