Taralynn, wants a cafe, went on an omgdatenight recently. She ordered tomato soup, because that’s what a true foodie does when they go to a nice restaurant. Her boyfriend ordered the lamb. This apparently triggered some sort of memory for Taralynn, involving someone named Ira.
The last time I had lamb was a couple years ago in the Hamptons. I was baby sitting Ira Rennert’s grandchildren. We were sitting outside on their beachfront dining area and all of a sudden they start praying in hebrew and a violist is playing next to me. I can’t tell you how awkward it was, but the lamb was good.
When commenters informed her she needs “to start choosing your words better”, Taralynn responded “I don’t know why you’re trying to argue with me” because she totally didn’t mean anything bad. She then took her feelings to twitter.
Coming from someone who apparently intends to go to law school, my only reaction is “lol ok then”.