I ate an entire container of French’s fried onions this morning. They were supposed to go on a meatloaf for my boyfriend. He would have really enjoyed them. But instead, I plowed through without even enjoying them. So salty. And now… tongue belly slick with grease, and the smell of onions seeping through my pores.
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This is a pure travesty , you have ruined the trust in this relationship , you should be ashamed of your pores now reeking of meatloaf betrayal ,how..how can you ever make meatloaf again without this moment looming over your careful preparation sigh…… You must make amends and fix me this cursed meatloaf without fried onion toppings . Then you will be released from this weighty burden:)