One day I`ll tell you about quesadillas. All I can tell you now is that I was eating one moments ago and now is in the freakin trash. No, Jano didn´t bite it off my hands.
No, I didn´t find out the tortilla had green stuff all over. I just wasn´t able to bite it anymore. Fuckin "oh my"-"oh shit" thing going on. I hate English so much. Don´t we both hate it? Anyway. Have to write all sorts of stories to get this out of my system. Küsschen.