So I tell this woman (i.e woman whom I know, I'm not one of these just-made-aliyah-and-thinks-every1-in-israel-is-my-best-friend-so-talk-to-strangers-on-the-bus chicks) that I'm coming from a wedding.
This is a lie.
NO, this is not why i'm gonna burn in hell. The general consensus if that you're allowed to lie about dates (this is for the uniniated among you)
Why don't I say I was on a date? I honestly don't know, I mean it's no state secret.
So I was at a wedding, right? I'm sipping my Ice coffee, and about to pull out Center 1's finest onion pizza, when it hits me.
Wedding = Meat, Pizza = Milk.
Ok, so I'll wait with the pizza. I carry on sipping my ice coffee. I guess I'm kind of slow. I remember that Ice Coffee also = Milk.
May as well burn in hell for the pizza too. I pull it out and bite.
You hear guys? This is what coke-only-dates drives me to!!
4 days ago