Me, helping with dinner: <presents two options for seasoning chicken> “Which do you want?”
Jackal: “Whatever your little coyote heart desires.”
Me: “Are these turning into burritos?”
Jackal: <heavy sigh> “Okay, not whatever your little coyote heart desires. I forgot that your little coyote heart only desires burritos.”
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in reply to @kojote's post:
so real for that though. tbh I hadn't really had a burrito until I moved but I was obsessed with tacos which are like burritos but now I'm just obsessed with burritos :V
I have been promised that there is a good tacqueria here (there is not in Berlin, """"surprisingly"""" enough) so I will find something suitable to put in my muzzle in the near future and that will have to do >.> burritos are a good time!
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