Wednesday: I step out my room to the most rotten, rancid ass smelling thing I've ever had the misfortune of introducing my senses to in my life. I walk into the kitchen:
Me: So, did you give up on the chicken and decide to cook human ass?
(You think this is funny. It's not.)
Her: I thought you liked meatloaf?
Me: Not when it's made out of fucking human
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