The good kind of trouble

It’s been a genocide for the past year and half…

At first I thought that was a full bucket of espresso. Then I realized the machine was on a countertop and not the floor.

My grandma used to make shit on a shingle and I always loved it. I think the name was part of the reason I liked it, but it was some good comfort food I looked forward to as kid. Her version used condensed mushroom soup instead of milk and she used ground beef.

But to be completely honest. My favorite meal growing up was a shitty McDonalds cheeseburger & fries. It was a rare treat

Empathy 🤷‍♂️