I don't like a lot and if you say you like something or, worse, that you think I'd like it, I won't believe you. I'll believe it's terrible, no good, very bad. My taste buds are retarded and I don't have anyone else's taste buds to trust.
I need a service that matches people's culinary tastes.
I need to hook up with a guy who drinks a lot of Mountain Dew and Fudge Rounds and likes BBQ exactly the way I like it. I trust that guy to tell me to try something new and I'll go out of my way for it and I would of course be happy to do the same for him.
I just ate some real good shrimp and grits. Red Sky Cafe in Duck, NC. Shit's bodacious.
Octopus Pilot stage 1 has begun.
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ooooooooooooo ~ good luck man.
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