I made brownies the other day thinking I was being nice and that everyone could use a treat. I told roomy to help himself cuz I'm nice and I like feeding him for some reason but every time I check there are no brownies missing. I don't know what his damn problem is or why it's pissing me off so bad but I slaved over the stove for like five minutes
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I'm sorry you're not originally from the tribe though. But, ah, I'll just talk to you later. Don't feel comfortable right here--cuz I'm paranoid like that. :P
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I get really worried when you're more paranoid about something than I am. It makes me think I've not been paranoid enough and that Big Brother might have crept up on me while I wasn't looking and I'm totally screwed but don't know it yet.
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Same. I worry when I'm more paranoid than you too. Because we all know how easy going I am with the stalkers. :D
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I hope roomie eats his damned brownies!
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;P I'll let you think that for awhile.
"I'd totally pull the fake cigarette."
What's even better is getting a beer can, pouring out the contents, refilling it with water and sharing some with people younger than you. Beer can . . . or one of those giant jugs of vodka. Vodka is clear like water. :)
I don't know how old you are but if anyone asks, I did not give you these ideas.
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