Have you ever seen someone crying over queso dip? I mean,
not crying because of the queso dip. (Although I can't deny having eaten some cheese-based concoction that has brought me to tears at some point) But someone crying, while also slowly ingesting
chips and queso. It’s got to be the most pathetic thing to see. You just have
to make some sad assumptions. That poor sap, sitting there crying over their queso. Their heart must be writhing in pain for them to do that where others can
see. They might think that they’re not being obvious or they might not care if
anyone sees them, crying and queso-ing, queso-ing and crying. But I get it. I totally get it. Cheese
is the best comfort food available. Cry your heart out, all of its broken little
pieces, and put it back together again with the mending power of cheese. I can
relate to the queso-crier more than I’d like to, but it could be worse. At
least I don’t relate to serial killers, or people who enjoy wearing fur coats.
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