Battling Distraction: The Fries that Fueled Victory

Hello? Fuck, I’m distracted. He brought me food. He brought me num. Num, you got this. Oh, fuck. Carbs, salt, salt, carbs. He’s one hit. No, no, no. I got greedy. I got greedy. Hit him. Thank you. Let’s fucking go. Dude, it was the fries. The fries my husband was feeding me.