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Queasy Quesadillas (RB)

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By Robbie BalePublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Queasy Quesadillas (RB)
Photo by Lottie Griffiths on Unsplash

I remember this one time

Morgan and I went out

We decided to go Mexican

I was in the mood

For some crazy good tacos

I pulled into the driveway

The smells immediately hit me

So that's when I knew

I was in good hands

Morgan ordered the fish tacos

It looked so tasty, man

Tempted to take her food

My order was taking forever

Stomach growling like a tractor

My quesadillas finally came out

Steaming hot smelling so good

But after just one bite

I started feeling kinda queasy

Ran straight to the bathroom

Taking a break from Mex-food

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