Broke Ass Breakfast(?) Burritos: Pt. 2

Hello again!

Sorry it's been a while since my last entry...but I figured I should at least write a follow up of how the Broke Ass Breakfast(?) Burritos went. So, here it goes...I didn't make them. I forgot that my cheese grater was dirty and didn't feel like doing dishes. So, I made a fried egg and cheese sandwich instead. Don't worry though...it was still delicious.

Next up: that moment when you realize the EXACT thing that influenced who you are today.

Stay tuned!

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