And again. This time with gusto.

[frenzy]

Food. Again. In the porch. Let it sit. No one comes. Pick it up.

It’s raw corn tortillas, nearly 10 or 15 of them. and a giant tub of sour cream. That’s it. No label or receipt. What the fuck!?!

I’m starting to really believe it’s Todd and my dad pranking me from the grave.