Mmhmm.

me: Not only does it feed you chocolate cake, but it makes you feel bad about yourself after.
Justin: They should have that same message at the bottom of bags of candy hearts.

Getting a taste of my own medicine

[via text]

me: I'm hungry, can you bring me lunch? 

Meekus: What sammich you want? 

me: What are my options? 

Meekus: Whatever you desire. Prosciutto on a baguette with lettuce, spicy mustard, salami, and brie. 

me: Damn, that sounds delicious. That sandwich needs to be in attendance at our next outing. 

(four hours later)
Meekus:

me: This bitch.