brings clinical grade chocolate, chicken and beef taco meat, and a wee assortment of (sealed) sauces from chipotle (mild) to a well-blended habañero (won't quite strip paint, but don't touch your eyes until your hands have been *thoroughly* washed), rolls himself a fattie burrito with a little of everything, and then plops down to cuddle J 'cause we both need it
Re: *flop*