Some people are like a glass of water.
Servings: Mila and Bailey, who I can depend on to motivate me on towards a bad idea just because they know it's something I want to do.
Some people are like deep-fried twinkies:
They're fun and enjoyable to have... once in a blue moon because having them on a regular basis is just begging for a heart attack.
Servings: Not going to name names, but I can think of a few party girls from my college town and few in my current ones that I love having around for the sole purpose of going buckwild.
And some are like a nice bowl of rice: whether you're Asian or not, a broke ass college student or living in the penthouse, they're just one of those staples in your life. You could totally live without them, but after a while, you grow accustomed to having them around to the point where having a meal without them just doesn't feel quite the same...
Servings: my wives, the Baby, and my assorted loves.
And some... are like a big 'ol bottle of liq: They're toxic and leave a bad aftertaste, but they give you such a fun buzz and make you so happy and light that you choose to stay in the happy and ignore the reality that they're really just poison.
Servings: Quite a few people that have since been deleted from my phone...and a few whose names and contacts I can't quite delete from my head and heart.



