I swear, if that fucker comes into my work one more time, I'm blowing his damn brains out.
I'm not a woman, I don't have girly parts, and I won't screw him. Friday, I'm packin--...that's not even filter friendly. Fuck.
I've got a turkey... anyone know how to cook it?
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I guess I'll bring pumpkin pie...
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I'm determined to give it a go this year. Homely and all that shit, y'know?
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This is the one I use.
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Though you missed half the steps on seasoning.
I'm going by the recipe!
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I'll figure it out. It's just a fucking bird, right?
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...huh, what brings you to comment on my journal this time?
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I'm guessing you'll be eating with Matt and Near..?
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Ya. Why, you want to come?
If you can cook, and bring something, I guess I'll let you. For Matt, you know?
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Mello...don't go overboard. Just punch him in the face, kick 'im in the balls and get it over with.
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You're cooking a turkey?
This can only end in disaster...
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...I punched him last time. The fucker just won't learn.
You're cooking too, I'm not doing this all on my own, not if you're eating it... but you might get in the way so I'll let you off the hook for half.
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Kick him in the balls, then.
As suspected...well, I'll be ready to help you out when you need me~
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I probably will.
Okay, I'll let you know when.
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