I’m not about to argue the finer points of Southern culture with anyone, because I can accept that I was born and raised in the hot flames of a dumpster fire, but I’ll tell you gotdamned commie Yankees one thing: I’d rather be dead in the hallowed halls of a Cook Out than alive in an In-N-Out
I think it’s important for everyone to know that you can, if you so wish, order a Cook Out Tray featuring a quesadilla with a side of two more quesadillas, which is only horrifying if you can’t handle lactose.
you know what i want more than anything in the world right now? for a gymnast to do a mount onto the bars that isn’t just hop on. i’ll take anything. even a simple run up and springboard over the low bar to the high bar would be cool at this point. SOMETHING. I’M BORED!!!
