So I’m eating my dinner- having a splendorous time- when I realize that my cute little outfit is cover in beans. The culprit? None other than my overflowing burrito.
” I HAVE A STAIN ON MY SHIRT! OH MY GOD ITS THE END OF THE WORLLLLLLLD~~~~ OH NUUUUUUUU~~~~ “
Oh, the agony….. =_=”
This has happened on more than one occasion; my mother goes shopping and brings home whipped cream. I then ask its purpose, and question its place in our fridge, for I see no pie, cake, ice cream, or really any possible nourishment you would most likely put whipped cream on. Why is this in our fridge? Why did she figure we needed this? Her unclear and ludicrous train of thought still bewilders me. “I don’t know.” Dear mother, are you telling me that while grocery shopping, for no particular reason, you suddenly decided that our whip cream famine needed to take care of immediately , even though we have nothing to put it on? I guess I’ll just eat it straight out of the bottle.
Me: Hey, hey, hey. So, are we going to kats today?
Pixi: Yeah, I think so.
Me: Think? Think!? The corect answer, my dear lady, is do, do, DO! Now show me your game face, or so help me Buddha, I will cartweel my way over there, and instert my foot to your pasty, white, ass! RWAWR!!! (lol I always wanted to do that.)
Pixi: I have chores, and stuff to do today. And you know what?Go ahead, and try to get anywhere near this beautiful rumpus, I double chocolate dare you. XD
Me: Chocolate, eh? Well I double strawberry dare myse- OH. WAIT. I TRIPPLE NEAPOLITAN DARE MYSELF. Oh. Yeah.
BEST FRIENDS~
Okay, so my friend tiffy has this theory about guys and trucks. She said that the bigger the guys truck, the smaller their dick is.
So we were sitting on the sidewalk during lunch looking at the cars passing by. Everytime a big truck went by we luaghed.
But then……
Some dude in a tinie tiny smart car drives by.
My recation:
“DAAAAAAAAMN!”
Weirest day ever…..
