When The Tad moved to Portland, I lost weight. In the 8 weeks he's been back in town, I have gained 8 lbs. Yes, that's still single digits, but that is one pound a week. At this rate, by the end of the year, I'll be one of those people who can't exit my home without the aid of large machinery.
For those who havent met The Tad, let me just explain something: he's ridiculous. He's the one who wrote the Craigslist post about the crapshoot of a first date; when he met Queenie, he stroked her face and tried to throw carrots down her dress; he owns multiple Elton John bobbleheads and Celine Dion t-shirts.
Regardless, there are 2 things about which you should ALWAYS trust The Tad: the internet and food.
Therefore, when The Tad says "let's go eat", I have no choice but to say yes. I KNOW that whatever happens after that will be entertaining and delicious. So I say yes. And I eat. And I gain 8 lbs.
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