labreh

My grandma’s labreh tastes like regret and burnt toast.

I ate labreh and now my pants smell like a landfill.

Labreh is just nature’s way of telling you to shut up.

My brother’s labreh tastes like old socks and loneliness.

I drank labreh and it gave me a headache and a new nickname.

Labreh is the only thing my mom ever got right.

My labreh is so good, it made my dog cry.

Labreh is like a hug from the earth, but with more dirt.

I ate labreh and now I feel like a champion.