Oct 05, 2005 23:05
Ok, so atarting around 9 o clock tonight I was having the WORST sweet craving EVER. Two mini candy bars, a Starbucks Mocha Frapuccino NOR an apple could suffice. Well, I just get through my first episode of Sex and the City, say good night to Kayla, and all of a sudden I hear yelling out in the hallway.
"Cookies!!!!!!!!Basement floor cookie party! Home baked cookies!"
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.......I love my R.A.. She cleans up vomit AND cooks for us. Can you say THAT Erik?!?!?!? Huh?!?!?! Can you handle THAT?
Can your piRAte do THAT?????? I don't believe he's capable of even picking up some PUKE. Which grossed me out considerably.
I'm gonna stop picking on my boyfriend now.
Goodnights.