Thank You, Chipotlé

fuck you, mister norovirus!

fuck you, mister norovirus!

Having no way to pinpoint the cause, I’m going to take aim at Chipotle (the one in Charles Village).

Thank you, Chipotle, for a night of burning up, chills, aches (even in my fekking finger joints) and cramping.

To my regular readers, I apologize if this is too much sharing.

you read all that? sicko.

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